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"She has brain damage, she lost all her memory." Noah says.

"She has no memory whatsoever." Noah says.

I look at Hailee and sigh in relief.

How the hell did she get this fucking lucky? She survived with 2 bullets in her head for hours and a broken arm. There's no point in me killing her because she doesn't remember anything.

A police officer comes in and glances at me.

"How is she doing?" The officer asks.

"She's stable. We should give her some time to rest. She just got out of surgery." Noah says.

The officer nods and places a card on the table. He walks out and Noah looks at his clipboard.

"Can you stay in here and make sure she stays stable?" Noah asks.

"Yes, sir." I say.

Noah leaves and I sit in the chair.

"What the hell happened?" Hailee asks.

"Your file says you were shot twice in the back of the head." I say.

"Are you serious?" Hailee asks sitting up.

"Very." I say.

"No way, I thought I had a killer headache." Hailee says touching her head.

She laughs and I stare at her.

Is... is she serious right now?

"So who did it?" She asks.

"We don't know." I say.

"Damn." She says.

"I know this hospital bill is gonna be expensive as fuck. The insurance company is gonna wish I fucking died." She mumbles laughing.

"You find this... amusing?" I ask.

"Just a little, like, I survived. Those odds are insane. That guy must be feeling like a moron, he should've shot me 3 times." She says.

"I bet..." I mumble.

"How long have you been a nurse?" She asks.

"Um, 4 years." I say.

"4 years? Ever seen something like this?" She asks.

"Nope, definitely unforgettable." I say.

"When I get out of here, you're gonna have to take me on a date." She says.

"Huh?" I ask.

"You're gay, right?" She asks.

"Yeah." I say.

"So what's the problem? You're cute, I'm cute, why can't we be cute together?" She asks.

The woman I tried to kill is trying to go out on a date with me.

"I'm just a little taken back." I say.

Hailee is very beautiful but I kidnapped and tried to kill her. How can I possibly go out with her knowing that?

"I'm married." I say.

"She can come too, she just has to pay for her own food." Hailee says.

"Well, we're separated but-" I say.

"I don't care." Hailee says.

"Heh, okay. We'll talk when you get discharged." I say.

Hailee smiles and nods.

THE RAN$OM // Hailee Steinfeld ✓Where stories live. Discover now