Avenge him

One last thing

Abbie's POV

Before I shut the door completely I hear a loud shriek of laughter. I cock my head to the side, she shouldn't be laughing...

I turn around to see a hysterical woman in front of me. She is still clutching her hand, but she doesn't seem to be in pain anymore.

I stop the officers trying to get around me to check on her.

"Hold on." I tell them.

"Abbie, you just shot her in the hand. Let us through."

"No! Two minutes," I say before slamming the door shut.

"Welcome back!" She laughs.

"Why? Why are you laughing! I just shot you in the damn hand!" I yell.

"Because..." She smiles, "I know something you don't know."

"What?" I command.

She laughs some more, "Oh Abigail, that would ruin the fun!"

I rush over to her putting my hand around her neck, and squeezing. "Tell me," I say through gritted teeth.

"Megan," she struggles to get out. "Doctor Lawson," she grabs my hand with her good hand, but I squeeze tighter. "He's gonna kill her."

I let go and she gasps for air.

The officers open the doors, and I storm out. While racing to get a taxi I pull out my phone, Harold is calling.

"Hello!"

"Abigail, Megan is out of surgery. Her heart stopped so they had to shock her. She is alright now."

"Are you in the room with her?"

"No, the doctor said no one is allowed to visit."

"What doctor is with her?"

"Doctor Lawson, seems like a nice enough guy."

"Damn it Harold. I will be right there." Hanging up the phone I hop into a taxi.

***

I storm into the hospital.

"What room is Megan Jensen in?" I ask the nurse at the front desk.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Lawson has requested no visitors." She says apologetic.

I put my badge on the table, and slide my torn up leather jacket up to show her my gun. "Now listen lady, I don't give a damn what Doctor Lawson said. You are going to give me that room number."

Her eyes widened and she nodded, quickly looking up a number in her computer. "Room 208."

I give her a quick smile before darting off. I rush quickly by Harold. "Abigail! Where are you going!" I hear him yell behind me.

I burst through the double doors leading to the rooms. Pulling my gun out, I run even faster.

I call out the numbers under my breath, "204, 205, 206, 207."

"208!" I look through the rectangular window. Megan lay on a hospital bed with Doctor Lawson standing above her, holding a syringe.

I crack the door quietly. I could hear him explaining to half conscious Megan .

"Do you know what happens when air is entered into the blood stream?" He asks. Megan drowsily shakes her head no. "Well I will tell you, your bloodstream will take this air up to your brain. Causing an air bubble in the brain. Now can you tell me what happens when air bubbles form in the brain?"

She once again drowsily shakes her head.

"Well," he smiles. "I guess you will have to find out." He leans over to her IV, about to enter the syringe when I bust threw the door gun in my hand.

"She won't be finding that out any time soon. Doctor Lawson reaches in his coat and pulls out a gun. Almost instantly I fire my weapon. It hits the arm that holds the gun. He yells in agony, dropping his weapon.

I walk over to him, kicking his gun far away from him. We both breath heavily, an I look down at where the bullet entered. It looks pretty bad.

"It's a good thing you're a doctor."