Chapter Seven?
It's not my fault. The thief repeated to herself. Her thoughts came to a halt as she collided with Warren. "Ow."
The man's hair was a mess, and his clothes were covered in stains. His gaze stayed on the floor, his body fidgeting. Parker wanted to ask if he was okay, but she had to help Remy. She gave him a small smile as she tried to walk around him, but he grabbed her wrist.
"I. . . It's not fair. You just got here, and they're talking of you leaving soon."
"If you don't let go, then you're leaving for the emergency room."
His eyes still didn't look up at her, "I don't understand. What did I do wrong?"
She tried to yank her arm free, but it only made his grip git tighter. "Warren, I'm sorry you're not leaving. But you have to let go," he ignored her.
She frowned. She tried to knee the man in the groin, but he blocked it. His grip was now tighter. She sighed — swearing to herself. Then clocked him in the face. When the man yelled, the nurses came running her way. Oh, now they come. She thought.
"What happened," one of the orderlies asked.
"He came for me,"
A security guard grabbed her shoulder. I don't have time for this. Before she could elbow him and take off, a voice called out, "I can take it from here."
Though she was searching for Crane, coming face to face with him left her with an uneasy feeling. "Meet me in my office, Ms. Alice," his smile appeared charming.
She pushed her feelings aside as she followed the man, placing her earbud in her pocket. She took a seat in one of the uncomfortable leather chairs that sat in front of a well-kept desk. "What's happened in the hallway?"
"He came after me."
"Why do you think he did that?"
The woman shrugged, "He heard some rumor of me leaving soon."
"Well some rumors have some truth to it. Do you believe those rumors? That you're better enough to leave."
There was silence as she played with her hands. "Yes, I mean, I know I'm way more sane than everyone else, but. . ." her attention stayed on her hands.
"You don't seem that confident in your answer," he paused, "I want to help you, Alice. Do you want my help?" If she didn't already know his attention by the words, she would've believed him.
Her face grimaced at the comment. "I'm not in your office for your help. I'm here for Remy," his brows furrowed in confusion. "She told me that you hurt her."
"I have never hurt Ms. Remy. My only aim is to help the patients here."
She looked up at him, "And you call killing your patients, helping them?"
The smile that was once charming caused her skin to crawl. She watched as Crane stood and took a seat on his desk in front of her. "You should be more perceptive, Ms. Alice."
Before she could realize what he meant by that, she felt a stinging feeling in her shoulder. Everything seemed clouded as she tried to focus. Idiot. Idiot. She thought. She tried to muster the strength to stand up, but some stocky guard blocked her. Oh. That's what he meant. She held onto the arm of her chair as she slowly blacked out. Eliot is going to kill me.