Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 12)

Thinking about how Nick looked back then still freaks me the fuck out. Anyone ever see a blobfish outside of water? Imagine something like that but darker looking with sickly milky white eyes.

“Do you think that’ll stop the swelling?”

“I don’t know. Just keep the damn ice pack on him. By the way, how’re his bandages?”

“Damp. At least they aren’t leaking anymore.”

We pulled over earlier to try and do something about Nick’s present condition. The best we could do was to try and squeeze out some of the poison from him. Carl did this by cutting into him and squeezing some blood out of his window. It smelled worse than roadkill left out in the sun for a month.

“Hey, if we’re going to have to keep bloodletting him, do you think we could see if we can find leeches to do the work for us. I mean this area does look like the kind of place you’d find them in.”

“Not a bad idea. The problem is it’d probably take a fuckton of those suckers to get the poison out of him.”

The blurring of siren lights interrupted their conversation.

“Shit. I must’ve been going too fast.”

Carl kept his hands on the wheel as the cop came around.