Life in prison

Chapter 22

Warnings and threats.

All the things that make us afraid.

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"You don't look so good today." -the EMT asked worriedly, looking at her colleague. - "Did you drink last night?"

All she heard in response was a moo. That's what she thought.

She took a cup of coffee on the table and drank from it.

"And what's the reason for your alcoholic breakdown?"

"Don't even think about using your psychological tests on me." - Dutch muttered.

"Oh, no. I'll use the pedagogical theories I read just yesterday on you."- she smiled.

Dutch's ear twitched upward, and then he himself looked at Anne in shock.

"What, did you sign up to be a pedagogue?"

She grinned.

"No of course not. Just last night there was nothing to do, so I decided to study a little preschool pedagogy in conjunction with child psychology."

The medic continued to look at Anne with surprise on his face, but then he calmed down and put his head back on the table.

"How bad is your headache? Why don't I give you a pill for your head?"

"Don't... I've had a drink myself recently." - he looked up at Anne and held his head. - "I won't drink anymore..."

"And with whom did you drink last night?" - Anne asked sympathetically.

He wanted to say the name of his drinking companion, but did not have time.

Suddenly there was a very loud sound of a knife crashing into the tabletop. In a panic, Dutch looked at the knife and then at the wielder of the implement himself.

"CONOR!" - Anne exclaimed.

The guard smiled very sweetly, Anne , grabbing the knife again pulled it from behind the table.

"I apologize for arriving at your table so abruptly."- he took his eyes off Anne and looked at Dutch. - "It's good to see you again. I told you we would meet again."

It was obvious that Dutch's face had gone pale. The medic quickly looked away from the guard.

Anne , who had been watching the two guys, seemed to realize who Dutch's drinking buddy was.

"Did you get Dutch drunk last night?" - Anne asked sweetly.

The guard nodded and putting his knife in a special compartment on his uniform, pulled out another chair from under the table and sat down next to our medics.

"And so? How are you both feeling right now."

"I'm fine, but Dutch has been spinning all morning." - said the medic in a cheerful voice pointing at Dutch.

The medic, in turn, was showing off his head even more.

"Don't mine him anymore."- Anne muttered menacingly.

The guard grinned and nodded.

"Okay, I'll leave you two out of the way here."

He waved goodbye to Anne and Dutch and headed out of the dining room.

"What was the point of coming to us."- Dutch growled. - "And to scare us like that!"

Anne grinned and took the last sip of her coffee. It was delicious.