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“Quiet,” he demanded as the elevator doors opened.

I bit my tongue to remind myself to stop fucking talking and followed them out and into the hallway, my eyes nervously scanning for the evil giant I did not feel like combatting today. It was just too fucking soon.

Thankfully, the doctor was already in the medical room, waiting for us.

“Put her down on the table,” he said to the guard. “What happened?”

All eyes looked to me for an explanation.

“She slipped and hit her head on the tiles. She wasn’t able to lift herself up, and she wasn’t responding. She also took quite a few hits from Rick’s baton before I took the rest of them.”

Sid’s eyes narrowed at me. “What do you mean ‘took the rest of them’?” he asked.

I sighed before shrugging. “He wouldn’t stop, and I was afraid he was going to kill her, so I used my body as a shield and took the hits until he was pulled off me.”

A loud scoff echoed in the room. “Jesus, you really do have a hero complex, don’t you,” the guard who carried Cara in said.

“Oh, fuck off,” I replied with a scowl before instantly regretting my words.

“What did you say?” he challenged as he took a step toward me.

“Now let’s just all calm down here,” offered Sid as he stepped up and placed a hand on the guard’s shoulder as a means to push him back. “We don’t need another altercation. I’ll take care of this one. Alex, you take her into the other room, and I’ll look her over in a minute. Larry, you should go get a drink or something.”

“Fine,” replied Larry, his challenging eyes never leaving mine until he walked out of the room.

“Come on,” said Alex as he took my arm and led me away.

I waited in that fucking medical room for twenty minutes with the damn door wide open for anyone to see. I asked Alex if we could close it, but he said no. I was so fucking paranoid of the owner walking by the room that I made myself shrink against the wall as best I could, hoping like fuck my skin was white enough to just blend in with the fucking paint.

“Seriously, I’m fine,” I said to Alex. “This isn’t necessary.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” he growled.

I scowled at him. “The previous twenty minutes might suggest so.”

“Well, why don’t you try going for a new world record?”

I bit my tongue again and continued to wait. After another five minutes, Sid finally walked in and closed the door. I couldn’t help but finally release the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding the entire time.

“Is she okay?” I asked as gently as possible.

Sid looked up at me almost in confusion. “She’ll be fine. Just a mild concussion.”

Another sigh of relief.Thank God.

“I take it that’s her blood on your shoulder?” he asked.

Looking down, I’d forgotten she’d bled on me and noticed the dried patches of blood droplets on my skin. “Yes.”

“Well, let’s get that cleaned up.”

Sid provided me with a wet towel to wipe off the blood. Once he was satisfied I wasn’t injured there, he nodded and disposed of my towel.

“Now, let’s look at your back,” he said as he stepped closer. Turning, I allowed him to pull down the back of my dress just enough for him to examine me. “On a scale of one to ten,” he said as he began poking different muscles. I gritted my teeth with each touch since his poking produced enough pressure to make me nearly wince.

“Five,” I lied.

He placed his cold-ass stethoscope against my skin, and I shivered slightly as he told me to take several deep breaths. When he was satisfied, he withdrew and stepped back around to face me.

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