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“Scalpel.” Wynonna held her hand out.
“You don’t need a scalpel. All you’re doing is stitches and taking out the knife.”
“I just really wanted to say scalpel.”
“Are you done?”
“Almost.”
Wynonna pulled the last of the thread through and Nicole winced. They had to do the surgery with Nicole awake because they had no way of knocking her out without head trauma. Wynonna smirked and took a few steps back.
“There ya go, Haught. All stitched up and ready to go.” Wynonna took off the blood-stained gloves and threw them in the trash.
“We should get back to the Homestead. Jeremy’s having problems with Robin.” Nedley said as he poked his head around the corner and nodded.
“Alrighty. Let’s get uh... going.” Wynonna made finger-guns and waived them in the air. Nicole let out a small laugh and pushed herself off the bed. She winced as the strain in her collar left a sharp pain.
“You need to be careful.” Nedley said. He rushed to Nicole’s side and helped her stand fully.
“It’s... just some flesh wounds. I’ll be fine.” Nicole said through gritted teeth. She threw on her patrol jacket and holstered her gun.
“Okay, not to be a hypocrite, but you just lost about three-fourths of your blood. You need rest.” Wynonna raised her eye brows at the ginger.
“I’m fine.” Nicole took a few steps before she doubled over clutching the stitches on her side. “Mostly. We have to go. We don’t have time.” Nicole slowly walked to the door with Nedley behind her.
“Well, isn’t this just an eventful day.” Wynonna shrugged her shoulders and followed the two to the truck.
“What do we do now?” Waverly sighed. She was too tired to think of a plan. She had to leave that to Doc. Her throat was sore from all the sobbing and her eyes were bloodshot.
“We must acquire some sort of plan if we want to escape this prison.” Doc said. He was examining the door. He had shot the handle a few times. Didn’t work.
“In the meantime, do we know what’s going on?” Waverly stood from her spot and looked around.
“We are trapped in the Garden of Eden.” Doc replied. His gaze was still locked on the door. “If we want to get out alive, I do suggest we find a way out that does not involve this door.” Doc backed away.
“How about a path? Yes? Like some sort of trail, maybe?” Waverly looked at the ground around her.
“Of course. Why don’t we just throw on a pair of red slippers and follow the yellow brick road?”
“Not helping.”
“Click our heels three times and say ‘there’s no place like home’?”
“No.”
“Give me some options, Waverly.” Doc gave a small laugh.
“How about that?” Waverly pointed a finger down a row of trees that began to part, creating a thin pathway.
“Huh, look at that. I guess we do just follow a path.” Doc said as he stared down the pathway.
Waverly went first, she walked through the pathway about a few hundred feet before an open field was visible.
“Doc! It’s the garden!”
“The garden?”
“Yes the garden as in vegetables and weird bugs!” Waverly walked faster with Doc on her heels.
“Hey, Waverly, hey!” Doc grabbed Waverly’s arm and spun her around. “We are not sure what is in there. For all we know, it could be a trap.” Waverly frowned.
“My father was an angel. That means I’m half angel. The garden wouldn’t want to hurt us. Hopefully.” Waverly brushed past the last word and continued to walk.
“I do hope you are correct.” Doc let a sigh and the two continued down the path.
“See anything?” Waverly peered through a few bushes.
“Yes. That tree.” Doc pointed.
“You mean the one that’s glowing?” Waverly said.
“No, the other random glowing tree.” Doc quipped. Waverly frowned. The two walked closer. As the light grew brighter and brighter, Waverly felt her ears ring.
“Ow! Hey! Sharp stinging sound noise thing! Ow!” Waverly covered her ears with her hands and looked to Doc. Doc ran to the tree that was just a few feet away and was hit by something. Something bright.
“Holiday.” a voice boomed. Doc looked around. Everything was white and he couldn’t see anything.
“And what do I owe this pleasure of meeting you for?” Doc said. His hand moving to his holster for a gun.
“You must get Waverly out of here.” it said again. Doc liked around. He still couldn’t see anything.
“And why is that?”
“If you don’t, Waverly will turn to stone.”