The other stepped in beside her partner at the doctor's shoulders. He braced the body with both arms so she could finally pull her broken wrist out of the work.
She let out a small sob. “Oh my God.”
I crossed to her.
She flinched at my approach.
I lowered my gun. “What happened?”
She sniffled. "T-the woman, Kiko, was on the bed while. . .D-dr. Goda drew blood for the test, and then he turned around to put the vial in the rack and s-she grabbed a scalpel from the tray and stabbed him.”
More sobs came. The sound was a storm brewing in the depths of her chest. “Why would she try to kill him? He did nothing wrong!”
"Where is she now?”
“Dr. Goda fell forward and she took his phone from his coat pocket, ran into the bathroom, and locked the door."
Hiro growled, “The fucking phone!”
That’s why she did all of this!
We both rushed to the door.
I aimed at the handle and fired.
Kiko screamed from within.
The lock shattered.
Hiro kicked the door open.
It slammed against the inside wall.
I stepped through and brought my gun up in one motion.
Kiko was in the corner, on the floor between the toilet and the wall with her back pressed into the tile and her knees drawn up as far as the large swell of her belly would allow.
The fucking phone was at her ear. Her free hand was clamped around it like she was afraid it would jump out of her grip. Her face was wet with tears, snot, and blood.
Her eyes locked on mine. “H-he’s here! Help me! The Dragon is here!!”
I crossed the bathroom in two steps and tore the phone out of her hand so hard her wrist jerked away and the back of her hand slammed against the tile wall.
She yelped. “No!!!”
I put the phone to my ear.
There was breathing on the other end.
Then my father's voice sounded.
Soft.
Pleased.
And sinister.
“Son? Are you there?”
