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| Chapter 2 Going with instinct, I get out of the persons grasp and I try pick my body up off the ground only to fail. Once again the arms wrap around me, lifting me into a standing position. With the use of my feet I step back out of the arms. They let go, but remain a safe distance away from my body, to catch me if I were to fall again. I look down at one of the arms and move my eyes up the length of it to find the owner of the arms. I can only wonder how muscular he is. I meet his eyes, his brilliant blue eyes, only to be filled with hurt and concern. My alertness slowly recedes, thankful that this man is not who I thought it was. The man�s voice brings me out of my thoughts. �Are you okay, miss?� Miss, he called me miss. It�s usually m�am. Do I really look that old? Oh, yeah, right, back to the question. �Well, yes and, no.� I say as I remember how much my arm hurts. �I had a run-in with and old friend.� I say with a bitterness to my voice. He looks at me thoughtfully, seeing the damage of the previous events. I must look horrible. God, where�s my hairbrush and make-up bag when you need it? �Would you like some help into the hospital?� he asks me. Do I need help? The nerve of this guy! Who does he thing he is. I don�t need help. I respond nicely, �Thank you for the offer, but I think I can make it.� I begin to walk away, but me legs go limp from the weight of me. How stupid am I? Of, course I�m going to need help. Duh. I prepare myself for impact. Oh, God, this is going to hurt. Wait a minute here, how come I'm not on the ground. Instead of falling, those same arms are around me lifting me off the ground, only to carry me into the hospital. I whisper �I guess I need some help after all, huh?� he only nods in response desperately trying to contain himself from smiling. The automatic doors open and we walk through the doors leading to the entrance for the ER. He keeps walking. Right past the information desk, past the nurse�s station and into an empty examining room. Why weren�t we stopped by someone? He gently places me on the table then turning around to get something. After moments of silence, he asks, �What�s you name?� My name? My name! He wants my name and I don�t even know who this guy is! I answer, �You will find out my name after you tell me who you are.� He lets out a small chuckle and takes off his coat and places it on the chair next to him. He turns around and leans back against the counter with his arms crossed on his chest and a small, smug grin on his face. Only then do I notice his nametag, Dr. Pacey Witter, M. D. God, I feel so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He speaks! �I am Dr. Pacey Witter. I work here.� He just has to stress the Dr. part doesn�t he? He continues, �I was on my way into to work, see that I have the evening shift this week, and I saw you as you were falling to the ground. So I ran over to you see if you were alright, only to be pushed away, even though it was obvious that you needed help. I was hoping for a thank you, not a push away.� He turned away and began to get out some things. �Um�Sorry about that. See�I�was�uh�attacked tonight, hence the running into an old friend part. I just freaked, that�s all.� I said as I became bashful and the floor suddenly became interesting. �Anyway, my name�s Josephine. Josephine Potter.� �Well, Josephine,� �Joey, please.� �Well, Joey, it�s understandable,� he commented as he walked over with a few �doctor tools� in his hands. How am I supposed to know what they are, I�m no doctor. �Anyone who has been attacked has a right to be defensive. After all, you look do like you got ran over,� he said lightly as if to tell me that it was a joke. He began to check me over, while asking various questions about what happened to me earlier that night. So I told him: �I was walking home the was I usually do, down Fifth Street till I got to Madison, a small alley leading to other buildings. I always walk home that way. Everything was going fine until I heard footsteps. I began to panic a little and started walking a little faster, only to cause him to run and grab a hold of me. I felt a sharp pain in my upper, left arm and when I looked at the source of the pain, I saw a needle. He was injecting me with something, and I feared for my life. Once the needle�s contents were emptied into my body, he dropped the needle and continued to hold me, saying sweet word into my ear trying to calm me down, only to cause discomfort. That�s when he began to place his dirty mouth on the side of my neck and began to suck on it. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Once I wriggle out of his grasp, I begin to run, but he catches me again, and we fall to the ground. That�s when I felt the pain in my arm. I see a rock and I grab it and bash it into his head. He falls limp and I got up and walked here.� After I finished talking, the tears were slowly streaming down my face. I looked over to him and I could see the hurt in his eyes. He was hurting for me. He spoke and the pain left his eyes. �Well, you have some scraps and bruises and your arm is definitely broken. I�ll have to run some tests to find out what he injected you with, so I�ll need to draw some blood and we�ll go from there. I�ll get a nurse to draw the blood and I�ll send in someone to put your bone back into place and put a cast around it. I�ll have to file a report to the police, with or without your consent. Other than that, relax and I�ll be back in a few,� he smiled a sad smile and left the room. A few minutes later, nurse came in to draw some blood, and another man came in to clean my cuts and reset my bone. I have a felling this is going to hurt. Badly. �Okay, try to relax because this id going to hurt a little.� He said as he began to rest the bone. �Oh, God!� I scream, �I told this was only supposed to hurt a little?� He chuckles to himself as he begins to wrap my up arm. Men suck. |
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