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“I couldn’t stay away,” he said, his face a mask of concentration as he wiped my lip.
“How did you know?” I began to cry again.
“I got here, and you and Chloe were gone. I thought I would find you on your route. I started walking, and Chloe saw me and came towards me. Barking. Her leash trailing behind her. I heard you scream.”
I stared into his eyes, tears gushing down my face. “You saved me.”
The sound of a siren peeled from blocks away. Getting closer and closer.
“Wait here,” he stood up and disappeared downstairs. I heard the sound of car doors slamming and then voices. Heavy footsteps on the stairs and then a female cop stood looking at me. She spoke into the radio on her shoulder. Then she walked towards me.
“My name is Constable Jenkins. Do you need an ambulance?”
I shook my head. I burrowed deeper into Jackson’s sweatshirt. Where was he? I wanted him to come back upstairs.
She sat down and gave me a long look. “Want to tell me what happened?”
In a choked voice, I relayed what had happened.
“Where is Jackson?” I begged her, my eyes glued to the door.
“If by Jackson you mean the guy who’s breathing fire and looks like he wants to kill someone, he’s giving his statement to the police outside.”
I heard the slow rise and fall of an ambulance siren as it approached the property.
“I don’t need an ambulance,” I repeated.
“The guy who assaulted you does.”
I put my face in my hands. “I just want to go have a shower.”
“We’d like to take you to the hospital. To check you over and run some tests.”
CHAPTER 43
I sat huddledon the bed in the emergency room. A police officer asked me if they could take some evidence. They swabbed my hands and my nails. A female officer asked if I needed a rape kit. I violently shook my head.
They asked Jackson to talk to the police in another room. A female doctor came in.
“How are you doing?”
“My face hurts.”
She flashed her penlight in my eyes and then lay me back and palpitated my stomach. I winced.
“Is that tender?”
“I don’t remember him punching me in the stomach.”
“We're going to do a urine test for blood in the urine, okay? So you need to pee in a little cup, but I promise you if it comes back negative, you can go home. I don’t think you have a concussion.”
“Okay.”
I feared that Jackson had murdered the other guy and would get arrested.
“Is the man who assaulted me going to die?”
She took a deep breath. “No, the person who worked him over did an excellent job of pulverizing him to the point that he will be drinking out of a straw for the next few months, but he won’t die.”
