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Martin was mopping the floor, when he saw the two exit the lounge. Immediately, he felt his blood to begin to boil. How dare someone else be with her, comfort her, hold her like that other doctor was. He took a deep breath, remembering that he would be the one holding her tonight. He kept his gaze upon the two, as they approached a blond haired doctor at the desk. He didn't know her name, nor did he care. Martin listened intently as three doctors began to talk. "Go lie down in exam three, its empty. God, you've been on for over sixteen hours. We'll come get you if we need you." the blond doctor instructed. Abby nodded in response, to tired to argue with her boss, the emotional stress of the shift had taken its toll on her.
"Come on," he watched as the male doctor grabbed her hand and let her away, walking her into exam three. Ten minutes later, he reappeared, this time by himself. Abby was alone and probably sleeping. However, he faced one problem, a rather big problem, and that was how exactly to get her out of the hospital. Then as if it was a sign he saw it, the empty laundry cart left parked up again the wall, there waiting for him was the solution to his problem. He waited until Jake was clear from the room. It was all to easy now, nobody would suspect him. Even if they discovered she was missing immediately, he was in the clear. He took in a deep, relaxing breath, cool and collected as he knew he needed to be, before heading into exam three. As he passed by he grabbed the laundry cart, pausing just a moment to make sure he was all together, his hand went into his left pocket searching to reassure himself that the vial and syringe that he would be needing were in there. He was only going to get one shot at this. Once he knew that everything he needed was in place, he as quietly as he could pushed the door open, slipping into the exam room where Abby was sleeping completely unaware of his presence. He shut the door quietly and walked over to her sleeping form. He shook his head, almost laughing at how easy this was going to be, he pulled out the vile and syringe filling it with the contents that would knock her out for awhile. He had drawn up the perfect amount, when the vile slipped from his hands and went crashing to the floor. He looked at Abby knowing that she probably would have heard the noise, and he was right. Her eyes shot open searching for the source of the noise, and their eyes met. Abby saw the needle in his hand, and immediately shot up in bed, ready to run. The idea of being alone in a dark room with a stranger who was quickly approaching her with a hypodermic needle was not exactly comforting to the young doctor. But the man was to quick, he pushed her back down on the gurney, one hand pinned her to the bed, while the other went to her mouth, preventing her from making any noises, anything, that would alert her friends of the danger she was in.
"No, no, none of that Dr. Lockhart," the fear that he saw in her eyes, excited him, made him feel so much more powerful. "Your going to go back to sleep for a while," he shifted his position so that he could easily inject her. But Abby was ahead of him and twisted her body away, desperately hoping that she could fight her attacker off. "Oh your going to make this hard huh?" he laughed, as he turned and brought the needle down into her thigh. Her body instantly stilled, whatever he had used was powerful. But her mind was racing, why her, why again? Those were just a few of the many questions running circlesthrough her mind at that moment.
"That's it, good girl, just close your eyes, don't worry it will be okay" Martin kept a hand firmly over her mouth, the other was lovingly stroking her hair back, away from her face. He watched as she struggled to remain consciousness, but her fight was futile, the drug had done its job. He laughed silently, Abby was little, her body simply could not handle as big as a dose as he had used on his previous victims. Once he was sure that she was out, he gently lifted her from the bed, sending the sheets and blankets to the floor, before placing her in the cart. He then bent down and picked up the linen, and placed the crumpled sheets and blankets over Abby. Now the cart just looked like a full hamper of dirty sheets, and not an unconscious doctor lain inside. Nobody would be suspicious of a janitor pushing a laundry cart. He calmly pushed the cart into the busy ER hallway and headedover to the elevators.
"Hey Martin, haven't seen you in a while, everything okay?" Martin stifled a laugh as he began conversing with Abby's colleague, Dr. Carter. He was completely clueless as to the fact that his colleague, his friend, what he used to consider to be his Abby, was lying in the cart, unconscious.
"Yep, everything's fine. Just been busy, how about you?"
Carter nodded before taking a sip of his coffee. "Can't complain". He looked down at the newspaper he was carrying before shaking his head. "Can you believe this guy?" he turned the paper around so that Martin could see the headline. "What gives this person the right to go around and killing these women? He's a sick one, hope they catch him soon," Martin had to bite his tongue, Carter was insulting him, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to defend himself.
"Yeah, sick," The elevator doors finally arrived and Martin pushed the cart inside, "see ya Dr. Carter!" he gave a friendly wave as the doors shut and the elevator began to descend. He got to the basement, and then to the employees entrance, it was completely empty, everyone was working. He had purposely parked as close to the entrance as possible, it would just be easier to escape that way. once again he lifted Abby out of the cart, and headed towards his car. He popped open the trunk to theeight year old black Cadillac with the remote control, and dumped her inside. He watched as her head rolled to the left, "Welcome to your worst nightmare, Dr. Lockhart," and with that, he slammed the trunk shut, and casually drove away, not wanting to attract any kind of unwanted attention to himself; taking Abby away from the safety and security of her friends and into his world.
