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¡°Keep an eye on it for infections, don¡¯t stitch it up if it starts bleeding again. You need
to let it heal, and he should be fine.¡± Quickly I decided to add in, ¡°But I¡¯m not a doctor, so
what do I know?¡±
¡°Thank you, Samantha,¡± Tank said as I knelt to the first aid kit, replacing my unused
equipment, making sure I avoided Isaac¡¯s stare. ¡°Your services are appreciated and will be
remembered by us forever.¡±
¡°Thank you,¡± I replied with bitterness clinging to the words while I thought, Like I
care. It was difficult to suppress a scoff. The last thing I wanted was for any of these
violent criminals to remember me. Snapping my first aid kit shut, I picked it up with my
back turned to them and nodded in their directions over my shoulder. ¡°Goodbye.¡±
The shuffling of footsteps was followed by scuffling behind me as Isaac called,
¡°Samantha, wait.¡±
But I didn¡¯t turn my back. Instead, I kept marching forward and out the door.
Chapter Twenty-One
Wrench
¡°Samantha, wait,¡± I called out as she walked out the door. Her blond bed-hair was
streaked with red and swayed behind her. Hopping up from my seat, I shot all the guys a
glare before I chased after her. She had parked far from the entrance, closer to the
highway, and was already halfway to her car when I got outside.
¡°Samantha!¡±
¡°Leave me alone, Wrench.¡±
The way she said the nickname I wore with honor made it sound worse than any slur
or cuss word I¡¯d heard before. ¡°Please, can we talk?¡±
Relief flooded over me when she finally stopped walking, but it left when she looked
as menacing as Tank despite her fuzzy pink pajamas. ¡°What is there to talk about? There
is nothing that you could say that could ever change what happened tonight¡¡±
¡°There wasn¡¯t any other option, Samantha,¡± I began to say. ¡°Tank, he made me, said
you were our only option and¡ª¡±
¡°I was held hostage,¡± she said with a darkness over her face.
The word made my stomach sink, and even though I should have let her speak, I felt
