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I went back into the waiting room, staying off to the side to observe the situation. Again the poor woman behind the counter caught heat from one of the dudes. Obscenities flew out of his mouth. The air filled with tension.
“What’s up?” Easton appeared beside me.
“Not sure. Just figured backup might be needed.”
He grunted.
A woman screamed as commotion ensued from the back.
“Hope!” I raced toward the back to get to my woman.
7
Hope
I couldn’t believe Hustler came back. What did he want? It’d been two days since I discovered I was pregnant. I’d forced myself to not think about him or my situation. Although Mercy wouldn’t stop talking about the baby, trying to convince me it would all work out. Ever the optimist, that girl. I’d told her I wouldn’t think about anything until my days off, which began after this shift.
I didn’t need Hustler distracting me while dealing with yet another overdose. There’d been three others this week.
Druggies were my least favorite patient, especially the gang members. They were unpredictable, ungrateful, and downright disrespectful.
I passed the Narcan to McHottie. He hadn’t seen Hustler. I hated to imagine what the two of them said about me. Hustler probably filled him in on my naughty desires—the jerk.
Hustler called me Nurse Naughty because I liked to experiment during sex, and he was more than willing to try anything I wanted.
Handcuffs and feathers.
Hot wax and ice play.
Degradation and dominance.
Role-playing.
Anal.
My pussy tingled despite the chaos around me. It’d been far too long since I had a good, hard fucking.
I shook my head to regain my focus, but I was a couple of seconds too late when the back of a fist smacked me in the face.
“Ah!” I yelped, stumbling back into another nurse.
“Doctor!” she screamed when the patient jumped off the bed. The Narcan made him act like a crazy person. I’d seen this response before and had managed it fine, but my reflexes were slower than usual.
The dude roared, grabbing me by the throat, a murderous glint in his eyes. He struck a fear in me, the likes I’d never felt. Could this be the end? Dead at twenty-four?
If he killed me, all my problems would be over. I’d never feel sadness or pain again. The memories of my childhood would be wiped away. The agony of knowing my parents had wished I’d never been born would be gone.
Stop, Hope. You’re being ridiculous and morbid. You don’t want to die.
I don’t.
Doctor Hayes and others tried to pull the patient off me. Their attempt only made him more pissed and his grip tighter.
“Let. Go.” I gagged, tearing up as I clawed at his hand to release me. “Please…” Suddenly his hand released me. I gasped for air and turned around.
They had the man’s arms restrained, but he still managed to kick. I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. When I opened them, his boot struck me in the stomach.
I doubled over in pain, having the air knocked out of me, then…
