Chapter 3 – Indestructible
Susan got up and walked to the bed were the boy was being treated. She rummaged through the treatment tray.
"Where are you going? What you doing?"
"I'm not going anywhere" Susan replied waving her arms "I want to round up all the meds that are available in here, I am hardly going to do something stupid!"
The man walked up behind her while she is looked couple of half used IV bags. Susan turned her head with her eyes glaring into him with her disapproving looks.
"Has anyone ever told you that you've got beautiful green eyes?" The man said, complimenting the young doctor with his hand tracing down her cheek.
Susan turned her head away, ignoring him to carrying on what she was doing.
"These will do" She muttered and turned to walk back to Doug. The man blocked her pathway. He is grinning, studying her face. Susan stepped to one side to get past him. He blocked her again. "Will you excuse me?" She asked dropping her shoulders letting out a sigh. The man stepped aside to let her through. She squatted down to examine her colleague, lifting his eyelids shining her penlight into them.
Susan paced round the room, scanning her eyes all over the place. She has a quick glance at the agitated man who is pointing the gun at her and she shook her head in disbelief.
"Can you give me a hand please?" She asked, being watched as she walked to the gurney and pushed it next to the body. "I want you to help me lift him up"
The man watched her with his arms folded. He started to tremble and broke out in cold clammy sweat.
"Please?" Susan begged, putting her arms underneath Doug's armpits. She watched him move and bends over to grab hold of both legs. "On my count, 1… 2… 3…"
They both lifted Doug up on to the gurney and wheeled him next to the examining bed. They both slid him across on to the bed.
The phone rang again.
"You get that"
"Ok" Susan walked to the phone on the wall and answered. "Hello? Dr Lewis speaking"
"It's the police, is anyone in there ok and is there any casualties?"
"We have one here, Dr Ross, he is unconscious"
"Will the assailant let him go?"
"No he wont do that, I've treated him, he's stable" Susan raised her brows, thinking what about letting me go?
"Can I speak to the man?"
"He wants to speak to you" Susan waving the phone at him.
"No, I want you to pass on my words"
"No he doesn't want to speak, he'll only communicate through me"
"Ok, can you asked him what requests he wishes for"Susan closed her eyes and sighed "The police are asking what you want, what can they get you?"
"Well…" The man shook his head and chuckled "You won't get me what I want, will the cops get it for me?
Susan looked him, chewing her bottom lip, trying to have a think. She already suspected the man has a dependency on some form of drugs.
"What drug do you want?" She asked.
"Morphine"
Susan sucked in air and blew it out. She rested the phone between her ear and shoulder to wave the man to come closer. He moved forward, feeling suspicious with her what she might do next.
"Give me your arms," She mouthed. The man reached out both arms. She rolled up his sleeves to examine them. Track marks "He wants some drugs"
"Why? Does he need medical attention too?""No, I meant narcotic drugs"
"No we wont supply them""They won't provide them," Susan said, rubbing her forehead.
The man broke out in anger. Susan yelped when he pushed her against the wall. He rested his arm across her collarbone, pressing the gun against her temple.
"Get them or I will blow your fucking brains out!"
"Are you ok?""N-n-no, he has a gun to my head, just get them," She begged nervously "Or he will shoot us dead"
"Ok calm down Dr Lewis, can I call you Susan? We'll do what we can and we will ring back in half hour"
"Ok" She nodded. Susan heard the phone click when it hung up and placed it back on the wall. She looked at him, putting on a forced smile. "They said they would sort it out"
The man stepped back to let go of her. She rubbed her neck and shoulders to ease the discomfort from his pressure. Susan walked over to Doug and grabbed the stethoscope and puts them in her ears. She then undoes the buttons of his shirts and placed the stethoscope in various places over his chest. She swung it over her head to hang it round her neck and puts her fingers on his wrist to check the pulse. Susan reached for the treatment tray and picked out a needle. Unwrapped the packaging and picked up Doug's hand to look for a vein and slid the needle in. She picked up a surgical tape, tore off a piece with her teeth and taped it over the needle to secure it in place.
"What are you doing?" The man asked, trying to intimidate her by prodding his gun against her sternum.
"I'm hooking up a drip for him, is that ok?"
Susan attached the tubing into Doug's hand and hung up the drip on to the stand. She fiddled with the output button.
"What are you going to achieve out of this?" She moaned.
"My fix" He answered, sitting back on to the nearby bed, hugging himself trying to fight off the withdrawal.
Susan scoffed, thinking he is going to get locked up over some silly little quibble that he can't have what drugs he want. She sat down on to Doug's bed and reached her hand on to his, giving it gentle rub.
The man walked over to the exterior window. Opened the blinds and looked out on the street. He is planning his escape route and stood daydreaming for minute. Susan studied the man thinking how long before he turns round. She got down from the bed and tip toed to the nearby gurney. Took hold of the rails and pushed it hard towards the man.
She grunted when she rammed the gurney in to him, giving all her strength to knock him down from the impact. His face and body smacked against the window and falls to the floor. He shook his head in daze and slowly got up. Susan again, rammed the gurney towards the man's face before he stood up straight. She is attempting to knock him out before she can run to the door safely. Susan is starting to get exhausted from repeating her action trying to down the man who is somewhat is indestructible.
The man is now covered in blood from the forced impact. She is starting to give up. She gave him one last hit and he falls to the ground. Susan cocked her head to look down and crept up to him. She nudged him with her foot to see if he's alert. Lifeless. She walked away then stops in the middle of the room, bending over with both hands on her thighs, catching for breath.
Susan is standing in front of the unit that is blocking the door. She tried to shift it. How the hell did the man manage to move it? Psychos have hidden strengths. She gritted her teeth try to lift it and managed to slide it across. She turned to put her hand on the lock; before she could turn it she felt an arm slide across her neck…