The Night I Was Saved

Chapter Five

During my search for Mercy, I walk into Dwight. He is standing at the front desk of the maternity unit, his jacket on which tells me he is on his way out. He is talking to the young woman behind the desk, and by their smiles, I can tell that it isn't a work-related conversation.

Horny bastard he is.

I walk up to him, making myself known by loudly coughing which pulls his attention away from the woman. When he sees it's me, his expression turns serious.

"Hi man. Christ, what the hell was all that?" His voice is loud, and I can tell he wants to talk about it just as much as I do.

"Fuck, man," I say, grabbing his outstretched hand and letting him pull me in a short, one arm hug. "And you thought it was a bloody cat."

Somehow we both chuckle, knowing that humor is needed to lighten the mood somewhat. I have to say the constant rush I felt is now fading, and I know it has everything to do with the fact that both Josephine and Daisy are safe now, and together.

"Let's get a coffee," Dwight tells me before turning to the woman behind the desk once more. He doesn't give me the chance to decline, even though I really can't have a coffee right now since I need to get Mercy first. "Is there a room where this guy and I can have a chat, privately?"

I frown in confusion, and while the woman behind the desk stands to ask her supervisor, Dwight elaborates. "I have some news regarding the investigation. It's quite shocking."

I nod my head. "Yeah, I know. I saw the place where we found her."

"Shit, serious? Fuck man. I only was in that kitchen, and the bloody water wouldn't run and I heard her screaming and shit and I panicked. I wanted to tell you, but at the same time, I knew she needed you. Christ, I'm sorry I wasn't there, man."

I slap his upper arm. "It's okay. She and her baby are doing fine and are safe now. That's what matters most. Listen, I need to find my sister before I have time to talk to you. If you arrange the room, I'll find you, yeah?"

Dwight nods his head, not asking any further questions which is something I'm thankful for. I'd hate for him to know how involved I feel in this case because I know he'd call me out on it. Even though I know he would be completely right to do so, I'd like to live in the illusion that this just me doing my job a little longer.

After Dwight reassured me that he would wait for me, I continue my search for Mercy. When I pass the door of Josephine's room, I hear Daisy crying even louder, and because of it, my feet move faster.

I first check the coffee corner which turns out to be empty. I then walk to one of the offices on the end of the unit's hallway, where I find a colleague of Mercy.

After I've asked her where Mercy is, I make my way to the other end of the hallway, where I find Mercy in the medicine room with her supervisor. The moment they see me, Mercy looks at me expectedly while her supervisor rolls her eyes in annoyance.

This time, it's actually amusing.

"He, Merc, I need your help for a sec," I tell her, ignoring her supervisor since I know that's best for both of us.

Mercy looks at the grey-haired woman questioningly, and after she's gotten a curt nod, Mercy places a few items back on the shelf before walking towards me.

I start walking to Jo's room right after, and Mercy follows me without a beat. "She does not like you," Mercy giggles softly while moving her head to the room she just came from.

"The feeling is mutual," I grumble. "Listen, can you help Josephine for a sec? Daisy is hungry, and I think she might want to try finger feeding. Everything you need is already there."