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Her eyes shoot open and she looks between the two of us. “You’re crazy! He’s going to kill us both,” she says and just as she does, he kicks out and tries to kick my legs out from underneath me. I stumble a bit but I’m still holding on to his arm when I do so I hear the bones in his shoulder shift as it dislocates and he yells out in pain. I release him and drive my foot into his dislocated shoulder, causing it to break and as he yells some more, I kick him in the mouth, telling him to shut up.
“Dang it!” I say as I spot the blood on my white shoe. I reach for an alcohol wipe fast before the blot can set and I dab at it, removing the small speck. I pick his knife up off the floor and I go to lift his head, standing behind him.
The patient starts to rise and I can feel her moving toward me. “Ma’am, please don’t try anything to defend this piece of shit. I don’t want to have to hurt you too. I’m only interested in protecting you and I promise you’re not going to be able to attack me and succeed so lie down, rest and recover, please,” I say over my shoulder before turning to him. “As for you, don’t try anything stupid or I’ll slice you.” I bend his neck all the way back so that he can look up at me as I threaten him and to make sure he feels the sharpness of the blade pressing into his Adam's apple. Then I release him and head over to the cabinet for a sedative because I’d rather avoid the mess to clean up after.
When I look back, I see the patient trying to help the man escape. They’re not at the door yet as he’s holding on to her, as she tries to walk out with him although her bruises haven’t healed and now there’s blood coming out of the arm she snatched the IV from.
I move toward them quickly, grabbing the man by his broken arm and pulling him to the floor. “What are you doing?!” I ask her. “You said he’s your pimp, why are you trying to help your abuser?”
“I didn’t say that,” she screams, looking at the pimp with an apology.
“Listen to me, I promise you, I’ve got this under control. Go and lie down. You’ll be safe,” I tell her.
“He ain’t no pimp. He’s my man. We only do what we can for the money. Ain’t no shame in that, is there?” she says, looking pale.
I hold her by the waist, allowing her to lean on me as I walk her toward the bed. “We?” I ask her. “Does he have sex with customers for money too? Or is that just you?”
“Ain’t nobody paying no money to sleep with men. Only way we’ll survive is if I do it,” she says.
“Is that what he told you? I promise you, people would pay good money for his ass but he won’t do it, you know why? Because he thinks it’s beneath him, it’s demeaning. Why would he do it when he can just persuade some trusting girl to do it and make him some money?” I tell her. “Are you his only “woman”?”
“Yeah, he don’t love nobody else but me. Them other bitches are just cash cows,” she responds.
“Oh sweetheart, he doesn’t love you. If he did, he wouldn’t sell you. He wouldn’t put your life in danger on the street. Let me ask you something else, do you get to keep any of the money you make?” I ask.
“He’s better with money than I am. If he gave it to me, I’d only buy drugs with it or jewelry or some shit, girls don’t know what to do with money. He makes sure I’m taken care of,” she says.
Highly doubt it. “First of all, you’re a grown woman and second of all, you can get an advisor then for your money, you don’t need this dipshit. I know you’re gonna want to hold on to him but the best thing you can do right now, is get some rest,” I say before injecting her with the sedative.
Unbeknownst to me, Mr. Shitface has got up off the floor. I spot his shadow coming toward me just in time to turn around and stab him in the shoulder with the sedative. It takes a few seconds to kick in and I drag him into a closet while I grab a wheelchair and leave it in the room.
As I’m walking out, I see the collectors coming in, dressed in hospital garb. We exchange the slightest glance at each other as I go in the other direction. I come across the rest of the staff heading back to the room. Crap. I walk right into them, trying to keep my composure. They can’t go in there just yet. I need to keep them distracted.
“Selena.” One of them gasps at me. “Oh thank goodness, we were just thinking how it was a horrible idea to leave you alone in that room with that man when you were about to do something so risky by asking him questions,” she whispers and her eyes widen. “Wasn’t I telling you guys that we should head back and check on her at least?” She turns to the rest of the staff.
“Oh, I’m okay.” I smile. “Thanks for your concern.”
“So, did you get to ask him?” one of the male nurses asks.
“Yeah,” I respond.
His mouth drops open as if he can’t believe that I made it out of that room in one piece.
“Did you get any answers out of him?” he asks.
I nod.
“And he’s still here?” he questions me with wonder.
“No, he’s long gone. Ran out of here as soon as I got some answers out of him,” I tell them, to account for his disappearance when they return to the room to find him missing.
“What? No?! But we called the police!” he gasps.
My body reacts right away and I end up clenching my fist, digging my nails into my skin. I want to scream at them as my heart gallops. I’m shitting myself. “Have you? I guess we’ve got to meet them at the door and tell them where he went.” I surprise myself with this idea of diversion that I’ve come up with on the spot.
I start ushering them toward the door, hoping to goodness that the collectors get out of that room and out of the building in time. I’m showing my colleagues a bright smile, I look so calm from the outside but on the inside, I’m spiraling and clenching my ass cheeks, holding my breath for the moment everything resolves itself.
As soon as we’re heading to the entrance, walking through the hallways, we encounter the police coming our way.
