Chapter Seven
Two/face??
The hospital is busy, and the smell of disinfectant is over-bearing. With my hood pulled low over my head, I observe the busy doctors and nurses running between different patients. Even through the chaos, I manage to spot her. Her blonde curls reflect off the harsh hospital lights, her limp body lying in a hospital bed while the nurses treat her wounds. I know she’ll be ok, likely just a bump to the head, but I still don’t fucking like it.
My fists clench as the blood and dirt from her fall stains her sun kissed, delicate face. I feel my jaw tick and anger simmering as the fucking monster who did this to her now lies hidden in the alleyway. While he’s not dead yet, when I’m fucking done, he’ll prey for death. But first things first, I need to know why he targeted Summer. She’s been in New York for less than twenty-four hours, and if he was some scum that just snatched purses, he would have taken it and run. But no, this fucking animal was taking his time, and I want to know why. I can’t promise him freedom for his honesty, but I can offer a quick death.
A message on my phone pulls my focus from the hospital bed, letting out a sigh, I get ready for my next appointment.
Glancing between the exit and the entrance to the AE department, I take one final look towards Summer. Letting out a low breath, I contemplate staying a little longer, but I know I don’t really have the luxury of time on my side right now.
Moving swiftly towards the exit, I pull my hood down low as I disappear off into the night.