The men eyed Misty as if she had five heads.
“Do you want your prize possession?” Misty asked. “If so, you’re wasting time. She’s going to die.”
I wanted to say “you’re not a doctor,” but what did I know? The only thing I knew about Misty was that she’d sold her body for a high price on the streets.
Miguel snapped his fingers at Cory. “Get the first-aid supplies and a syringe of the drug.” He gave me the impression that he patched people up all the time.
Cory left, and Miguel glowered at me then at Misty. “I’m locking you in the cage with her,” he said to Misty. “Any funny stuff, and I’ll shoot you in the head.”
Misty didn’t flinch or make a sound. “Kind of hard to try to escape when you’re locked in a cage.”
Miguel moved Misty in with me before he walked away. Rick was on his heels.
“Does Ted know?” I shouted at Rick as best I could. But he kept walking.
Traitor.
Misty kneeled at my side.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” I guess it really didn’t matter if she did or not. If she didn’t get the bullet out, I was a dead girl.
“I was studying to be a nurse, but I’ve never removed a bullet from anyone.”
I laughed. “Then why did you volunteer?”
I could hear the girls talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying.
“Because if you die, I don’t want you to die alone. And maybe we can get out of here if he brings us that Special K drug.”
I was a little woozy, so I wasn’t following her train of thought too well. “Special K?”
“It’s a drug they use that knocks out the girls pretty quickly so they can transport them. The street name is Special K. In some circles, it’s known as a date rape drug or valium. Anyway, if we can take one of the men out, we can grab his gun and find a way out of here.”
I loved the way she was thinking. “I won’t be able to walk. You go and get help. If you can get out of here, contact Detective Ted Hughes.”
Cory returned with medical supplies. He quickly unlocked the cage door and threw them in before securing the lock again.
Misty rifled through the medical supplies and pulled out tweezers. “Where’s the knife and the Special K? Miguel told you to bring it. She’s going to need a sedative.” She snarled at Cory.
“Miguel changed his mind,” he said. “Bandage her up and make sure she doesn’t die. If she does, then you do too.” He stalked away.
Her plan was shot to hell.
Her light-blue eyes filled with tears as she pulled out a small bottle of peroxide.
I grasped her hand. “Hey, we’ll get out of here. If I know Dillon, he’ll find us.” He probably wouldn’t find us in time, but I was trying to convince myself more than her.
She uncapped the bottle. “This is going to sting.” She poured the chemical on my leg.
I screamed holy hell.
“Sorry.” She examined the wound then tore open a gauze pad and dabbed more peroxide on it before cleaning the area around the hole. “The blood is clotting. That’s good news.” She checked my pulse. “Your pulse is extremely slow. That’s not good.” Then she tightened the makeshift tourniquet a little more.
I closed my eyes, willing the pain to go away.
Misty tapped on my face. “Stay awake.” Her voiced reminded me of one of my foster moms, who’d scolded me for breaking a glass.
I fluttered my eyelids, shivering.
