Page 102 of Dr. Bell
“Gang related?” I asked.
The EMT shook his head. “This is domestic. Her father is Detective Richard Storm. That ring a bell to you?”
For a second, I paused gathering the swift anger that shot through me.
“Where is Storm?”
“He’s on his way to Baptist General. He suffered a self-inflicted GSW.”
Bile rose up in my stomach. “Nina?”
Solemnly, he sighed. “She suffered. It wasn’t quick.”
Grinding my back teeth, I suited up while angry at Detective Storm and Nina. Most of all, I was angry at myself. I could’ve prevented this shit! Like every time I entered the operating room, this time was no different. Everyone moved with one accord.
This is different. My mind screamed. She was just a kid.
Her frail body was covered in blood as her wide eyes followed my every move. The gun tucked in the front of my waistband caused those same eyes to widen.
“You’re okay,” I assured her as I neared the gurney.
Bianca worked quickly to place the young girl’s IV. She winced at the pain and whimpered.
“Easy, sweetheart. What’s ya name?”
“Maja,” she tearfully stated.
“Maja… Is it okay if I call you May?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“May, you trust me?”
Tears streamed down her temples, but she replied, “Yes.”
“You gon’ be just fine, aight?”
She gulped and managed to nod.
Placing the mask over her face, I let the medication take her under.
THE END.
