Not A Runaway

Escaping the police

Escaping the Police

At the reception desk of the hospital I asked for a Miss N. I was directed by a kind female nurse who looked to be in her twenties. Standing at the door of her room I peered past the door frame. She looked…delicate, but at the same time like she was certain and prepared to kick someone’s’ ass.

“Mr. Trevor is here to see you” she said in a flat tone, and left. Nicole shifted her body towards the door. I eased my way into the room, setting the clothes down on the end of her bed. I examined her, when she said.

“Make sure to take a good look at the cut on my chest.” I could feel my body stiffen and my cheeks reddening. She laughed for a nanosecond, and then winced in pain. I kneeled down beside her.

“Are you alright?”  I was genuinely concerned. She gave the slightest hint of a smile and nodded.

“Thanks for coming. I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Now if that just doesn’t make me feel special” I said sarcastically. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. She looked past me towards the door. I followed her gaze. There standing at attention, back straight was the nurse.

“The police would like to question you about the mugging.” Police, oh no.

“Miss N would like to be presentable first, I’m sure if you gave her a moment to get dressed.” She looked at me, horror in her eyes. I took her hand and gave her a nod so she knew I had a plan. She seemed to understand.

“Very well, I’ll tell them to wait.”

“Thank you” Nicole said in a small but firm voice. I grabbed onto her forearm to help her sit up, and passed her clothes to her.

“So what’s the plan?” She asked one eyebrow cocked.

“Get dressed quickly and get your crutches.” She gingerly removed the boot brace from her right foot.

“Turn around, would you?”

“Right, sorry.” I said turning my back to her.

“Alright” she said tentatively slipping the brace back on after changing into the set of clothes I had brought. I supplied a piece of paper and pen and told her to right a description of her mugger.

“It was the same guy from the bridge.” She said writing down a description.

“Five foot nine, short blonde hair, male, mugged me twice, attacked once. Took around, two hundred euros.” The note said. I took the pen.

“Did you touch the paper or anything else?”

“No. Should I be worried you were in a crime ring or something?”

“Or something” I said grinning.

 I handed the crutches to her.

“Get on my back” I said bending down close to the bed. She slung her left arm around my neck clutching her crutches with the other hand. I slid my hands under her thighs and boosted her onto my back. I checked to see if anyone was near the door, no one. I carried her to the exit D that was two sections from where she had been. I hailed a cab.

I set Nicole down in the cab sliding her carefully off my back.

My muscles tensed as I dared to check over my shoulder. Nicole looked frightened, strong features clenched tight.