Chapter 339

Cole’s POV

Sunday May 12th

I’ve been wandering the streets for several days and I’m sorely regretting my decision to run. My entire body aches in ways that I didn’t anticipate when I left the bottle of Vicodin in my hospital room. Dr. Moore never did explain the extent of my injuries, only that they were numerous and quite severe.

Being on the street with little in the way of food, water and shelter has made my decision a living hell. My only saving grace is the mild weather of May. My movements are slow as I steadily work my way southwest. I have no understanding as to why I’m drawn in that direction but my instincts are my only guide.

Just like in the hospital, my nightmares are a great source of anxiety. Each one waking me from my sleep, producing the adrenaline I need to get up and start walking again. I’ve been lucky enough that several people have taken pity on me and have given me small chunks of money, just enough to get a small sandw