They could still hear the idling engine of Gunther's truck and see the shadows cast by it's headlights as they hurried along the crumbling brick wall of the abandoned hospital.
Kelly moved as quickly as she could, Jill's hand firmly grasped in hers to keep her upright. Behind them, the shadows flitted and danced about as Gunther moved in front of the headlights, no doubt checking the broken window where their friends had just disappeared inside. The two detectives scurried along the length of the wall, not daring to slow down until they'd ducked into the alcove that led to the emergency room entrance.
The short dash had Jill breathing hard. "He… he didn't see us." She whispered, more to reassure herself than anything.
"Couldn't have." Kelly answered firmly. She, too, was catching her breath. She watched as the shadows flitted about some more and then gave Jill's arm a tug and pulled her toward the set of double doors where they had first entered into this unending nightmare what seemed like ages ago.
Both women huddled against the rough brick wall of the doorway's entrance, catching their breath and listening to Gunther's truck idle. The shadows behind them warped and changed shape. Gunther was coming back.
Kelly gritted her teeth, desperately trying to summon up either the courage or stupidity it would take to walk through those doors again. Why had they come back? Why had she been so stupid as to want to come back?
The truck door slammed and Kelly knew they were out of time.
"He's coming back, hurry." She whispered, pushing past Jill. Without another thought about it, she grabbed the handle of the door, pushed it open and, fighting against every instinct shouting warnings inside of them, the two women crowded inside. They watched in silence for a moment, waiting to hear Gunther's truck pull away, but the sound never came. The shadows were still dancing, he was still by the window.
Unable to wait any longer, Jill finally broke their tense silence. "Do you… do you remember how to get to the hallway from inside?"
Kelly shrugged. "I think so." She tore her eyes away from the window and fixed them on her friend. Jill didn't have much left in her. She'd already been pale and unsteady when they'd left Los Angeles and their encounter with Gunther and subsequent sprint to safety had left her a bit green, sweating profusely and looking on the verge of vomiting up the blueberry muffin and bag of Fritos she'd eaten in the car on the way.
"Do you need to rest?" Kelly chanced, giving Jill's hand a squeeze. "How are you doing?"
Jill scowled at her, picking up on the intent in her friend's voice. "Does it matter?" she panted. "I'm not staying here any longer than I have to. Let's find them and get the hell out of here."
That sounded as good a plan as any to Kelly. She helped Jill up and the two detectives crowded close to each other as they crept down the dark, familiar hallway that led to the lobby. Halfway down, Jill's knees buckled and their advance was halted so she could catch her breath.
Kelly knelt down beside her, not quite sure what to do. "Jill, you can wait here." She chanced. "No one will fi-"
"Oh, shut up." Came Jill's labored response. "Just... just... gimme a second." She squeezed her eyes shut and took a few more deep breaths. The nausea Kelly had seen in her face wasn't just her imagination. Fortunately though, Jill seemed to be winning the fight to keep back the blueberry muffin and bag of Fritos. Unfortunately, the moment was short lived.
Kelly jerked back as Jill suddenly lost her battle and the contents of her road snacks came flying out of her and splattering on the tile floor. The sound of it and her retching and the ensuing echo was deafening in the silent hospital corridor, though by then Kelly was more focused on her friend than stealth. "Jesus, Jill." Kelly sighed, rubbing Jill's back. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. We should never have left."
Jill wiped her mouth and gave a slight nod, only half hearing what Kelly was telling her. She stayed poised over her puddle a few moments longer, shaking, sweating, and hoping that that was the end of it.
"Jill?"
Jill looked up at her, still breathing hard, her expression a difficult one to read. "Let's just find them and leave." She breathed. She turned to her puddle and spat out what remained in her mouth.
"I hope one of them has to clean that up." She muttered darkly.
Determined, she grabbed at Kelly's arm and the two women slowly and shakily climbed to their feet and resumed their path down the hallway. At the end of it was the set of double doors leading to the lobby where their paths had first crossed with Irene Stone and Anna.
And Bruce, Kelly thought with shudder.
Ahead was the lobby, to the left another hallway that Kelly, if her memory of last night could be trusted, remembered leading to the first floor stairwell. The same stairwell that, twenty four hours before, she'd dragged a half conscious Jill through, Irene closing in behind them and the young dark haired nurse she'd murdered laying dead above.
Kris had been there to stall Irene enough for them to escape. They'd been lucky then.
Would they be as lucky this time?
Jill interrupted her thoughts. "The lights are on." She remarked to herself. "I don't think Bri would be stupid enough to try to and go in there." Her head turned toward the hallway to their left. "Maybe…maybe we should wait by the window. That leads to the window, doesn't it?"
Kelly's mind was still the events of their last visit to this particular hallway. "I think so." She said absently.
"They'll go out the same way they came in." Jill decided, tugging Kelly to her left. "Come on, help me."
But, Kelly stood rooted in place. "What? No! Gunther is over there, remember?"
"He won't see us if we don't let him. My sister and Bri and Max are probably hiding out over there too. We'll find them and lead them out this way. No one will see us."
Kelly stared at her friend. Apparently, Jill was making the plans this time. She let out a slow breath and forced herself to nod her head. "You hope no one sees us." She muttered. But, because she didn't have a better idea, let Jill pull her away from the double doors. "You're done puking, right?"
The look Jill gave her could have melted ice. "You hope I'm done puking." She shot back. Warily, the girls stepped around the corner and into the dark hallway that led to the window. "I think I heard something, anyway-" Jill was explaining as they moved. "-sounded like footsteps, I'll bet they're waiting over there for Gunther to-"
A flash of white and a solid thud turned the rest of Jill's words into a shriek of pain and surprise.
Kelly jerked back in her shock, stumbling backwards as Jill's full weight suddenly sagged down into her shoulder. She flailed for an instant and then tumbled backwards to the floor. Stunned and near panic, it took Kelly pushing herself up to her elbows to finally piece together what had happened.
Her blood ran cold as Anna stepped out from the shadows. There was something in her right hand. Something small that glinted in the light streaming in from the lobby windows.
Jill's gun.
Kelly's eyes widened as a morbid smile crept across the young nurse's face, tugging and tightening against the coarse looking stitches in her face.
"An eye for an eye." Anna whispered, sauntering closer. "Isn't that what they say?"
Kelly immediately grabbed at her best friend. Jill was unconscious, blood streaming from a gash on the side of her face that wasn't there just moments ago. Anna had hit her with gun, Kelly realized feverishly. That's why Jill had fallen, that's why she wasn't moving. She shook Jill again, but just like in the elevator, her blonde friend did not respond.
"Irene said you'd be back." Came Anna's voice. "Welcome."
Her voice made Kelly look up, breathing hard. Jill's gun was trained right at her. She watched as Anna's impassive gaze traveled down to Jill's motionless form. The nurse smirked. "Don't worry, I can stitch that up." Her dark eyes flashed. "I've had the practice."
Without thinking, Kelly scooted forward, hoping to block Jill from this young woman's madness. "There's cops on the way." She bluffed quickly. "They'll be here any second."
Anna clucked her tongue sympathetically. "Oh, I'll bet there's hundreds of them." She replied in a patronizing coo. "Get up."
Out of options, Kelly obeyed, rising shakily to her knees. With one eye on Anna, she bent over Jill's form and began shaking her, desperately hoping her best friend would open her eyes.
Anna giggled. "Oh, was she sick?" she said mockingly. "Considering your… condition, I assumed it was you." Her teeth gleamed as her smile broadened. "I'm so glad I was wrong."
"Go to hell." Kelly growled.
Anna ignored her. "You look rather sick yourself, Kelly." She whispered as her smile stretched and tugged at the stitches in her cheek. "And what could a poor, sick soul need more than a doctor?" She leaned forward and offered Kelly her hand. "He'll be so happy to see you."
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Sabrina suddenly dug her heels into the tiled floor and threw out both arms to halt her two companions. She stumbled forward slightly as both Kris and Max barreled into her, unable to check their momentum in the short time Sabrina's whispered warning gave them.
"Ow-" Kris whined. Due to her much shorter stature, Sabrina's arm had smacked her in the chin. "What's going on, what happened?"
She needn't have asked. Both she and Max had the answer before the question had left her mouth. Nonetheless, Sabrina scooted them back a few steps and pointed up at the window, where much more light was streaming in than there had been earlier.
That was no moonlight.
"Look!" Sabrina explained in a harsh whisper. "Someone's there!"
Max ducked around her arm and took a few wary steps toward the window. His brashness had Sabrina heaving an exasperated sigh. It was much like having another Kelly in the group. "What are you doing?"
"I need to see who it is." Max whispered back. He dropped into a crouch and scurried toward the window, giving Sabrina and Kris no option but to share a quick look and hurry after him.
"Headlights." He announced as the girls joined him underneath the window.
At a closer distance, that revelation was obvious. Sabrina sighed. "Yes, headlights. Hey, maybe we should stand closer so whoever's up there can get a better shot at us."
The sarcasm went right over his head. "If we can't see him, he doesn't have a shot at us, don't worry." Came Max's much too casual reply.
Kris's blue eyes were wide. "Wait a minute. Are…are we sure it's not my car? Maybe Jill and-"
"It's not your car." Sabrina cut her off. Seized by a fit of what she figured was insanity by association, she stepped back and took a running leap at the window. With her feet several inches from the ground, she hung onto the ledge for as long as it took to get a good peek outside.
"I can't tell who it is." She sighed as she dropped back down to the floor.
At over six feet tall, the same trick was much easier for Max. He hopped up and hung from the ledge for a few moments before, to Sabrina and Kris's surprise, went ahead and climbed right through the window.
Sabrina and Kris shared an exasperated look. Stealth was not at all one of Max's strengths.
"Why in hell didn't we leave him in the car?" Sabrina groaned. "He's gonna get himself killed."
Before Kris could respond, Max's head popped back through the window. "Hey-" he whispered. His tone was unmistakably urgent. "There's a white truck out here, but no one's in it. Kris' car is still there."
"White truck?" Kris blurted out. "That… that same guy? Do you think?"
Sabrina's blank stare met hers and then flitted over to Max. "What? Is it? Kelly and Jill-"
Max looked flustered. "I don't know and... I don't know. I can't see them. Come on." He braced himself against the concrete and extended one hand down to the waiting girls below.
When all three were through the window and had navigated back down from the pile of concrete debris that served as their step ladder, they ducked down, hurried toward the white truck and, with Sabrina in the lead, made a quick circuit around it. Just as Max had reported, its owner was nowhere in sight, though both Kris and Sabrina had a good idea of who that owner might be.
"This is the truck I saw last night." Kris announced in a terse voice.
"Are you sure?" Sabrina asked quickly, giving her a nudge.
The younger blonde nodded quickly. "I'd bet money on it."
That was all the confirmation Sabrina needed. "Son of a bitch." She muttered under her breath. She slipped her gun into the back of her pants and turned toward Kris's car. There had been a sinking feeling in her gut since seeing the headlights from the dark hospital hallway and now the sense that something was very, very wrong was starting to overwhelm her. It was too much to ask that Gunther hadn't noticed Kris's car sitting nearby, far too much to ask that he hadn't investigated it.
But maybe...
Neither Max nor herself could see Kelly and Jill inside, but that didn't mean they weren't ducked down in the backseat or hiding out somewhere nearby, she told herself, desperate to shake the dread in her gut. It was the only shred of hope she had to cling to, unlikely as it was. Max and Kris had already turned to make their way toward the car and so she followed, breaking into a jog to keep up with their quickened pace.
It shouldn't have been a surprise by this time to find both Kelly and Jill, yet for some reason, it still was.
Forgetting their discretion, Sabrina banged both fists against the backseat window in frustration. "Goddammit!" she cried. "I knew this was gonna happen!"
"They probably saw this truck pull up and hid…somewhere." Max offered, though he didn't seem convinced. He'd already come to a much more sinister conclusion and one look at Kris was enough to confirm that she'd done the same.
Sabrina hadn't been left out. "That or he's got them." She sighed wearily, voicing aloud their shared concern. They'd all been thinking it, she knew, ever since they'd seen Gunther's headlights shining through the broken window in the first floor hallway.
"So he's got to go back to his truck to turn it off, right?" Kris suggested wildly. "He'll come back. And... and..."
"And we jump him." Max finished eagerly. Both his hands were already balled up into fists at his side.
Sabrina groaned and rubbed at the growing ache in her temples. Two loose cannons weren't going to get this little rescue mission done very safely. Working with Kris and Max was making her realize just how much she took for granted the easy camaraderie and team dynamic she shared with Kelly and Jill.
"Okay," She said, raising both hands to rein in her companions. "Yes… yes, let's wait by the truck." She snatched Max's arm to stop him from immediately running off towards Gunther's truck. "But not all of us. Max, me and you can wait by the truck, Kris, I want you to look around here, check everywhere you can just in case they hid when this guy showed up and for the love of God, Max, you have to calm down and learn to be a little discreet!"
Max's countenance darkened. "Fine. Can we just go?" He shrugged off Sabrina's grip and began jogging back toward the truck. Sabrina gritted her teeth and followed. Halfway there, Kris split off, making a beeline toward some scraggly looking brush that she had to know Jill and Kelly weren't hiding behind.
Still though, leave no stone unturned, Sabrina thought bitterly to herself. She caught up to Max just as they reached Gunther's truck. To Sabrina's surprise, Max threw open the driver's side door, hopped right in, and began began rooting through the console, tossing around Coca Cola cans, fast food wrappers, wadded up paper and just generally behaving as if he hadn't heard of word of what Sabrina had been trying to tell him.
"What are you doing?" Sabrina groaned.
"Looking for this shithead's wallet." Max answered absently. "I need to know who this guy is."
Sabrina let her head thump against the side of Gunther's truck. "You do know there's a way to do that without letting him know you were here, right?"
"I'm counting on him knowing I was here." Max replied gruffly. He unzipped a black duffel bag he'd found on the passenger seat and began pawing through it. A clipboard went clattering to the ground and then a folder of paperwork came flying out, fanning out like a flock of birds to settle on the mess Max was making on the ground. Sabrina threw up her hands in defeat.
"Fine. You clean out his truck for him. I'll actually stand guard." Sabrina huffed. She rolled her eyes and turned to give Max her back. "Men." She muttered under her breath.
"Who are you?"
Sabrina turned away from Max just in time to come face to face with a tall, heavily built man with a blonde beard and a cap pulled low on his head.
Gunther! Her eyes flew open in surprise.
"Hey!" she managed to squeak out before the man stepped towards her. Acting on instinct, her right hand flew to her back and gripped the hard, plastic handle of Kris's gun. She swung it around with every intention of aiming it at Gunther and either stopping him in his tracks or shooting him down.
But Gunther had caught them both off guard.
Sabrina's arm swung out from behind her back and directly into the door of the truck Max had swung wide open. The gun and the arm she was using to hold it slammed into the heavy metal door with a clang. The gun clattered harmlessly to the ground and Sabrina, thrown off by the abrupt stop and sudden jolt of pain, went careening to one knee.
Sabrina felt a hand close on her right arm. "What are you doing out here? Who are you?" Gunther's voice demanded, sounding almost scared through his anger.
Both of his questions were answered with an awkward flying left hook. Half sitting on the ground the way she was had not left Sabrina in an advantageous position and though her swing missed his face and connected with his chest, Gunther let out a loud curse and stumbled back.
"Hey, lady!" he managed, as he righted himself. "What the hell, I'm-"
That was all he had time to say. Before Sabrina could get her feet under her, Gunther suddenly went barreling into the ground, Max's diving tackle taking him by even more surprise than he'd taken them.
The two men wrestled on the ground in front of Sabrina, cursing, punching, kicking up a spray of dirt as they fought each other.
Horrified, Sabrina scrambled to her knees and lunged for her fallen gun. By the time she'd turned back around with it, it was clear that even though Gunther looked to outweigh him by at least fifty pounds, Max had already won the fight.
"Max!" Sabrina cried, but her friend had no ears for her. He was on top of Gunther now and sent one and then another punch to the bearded man's face.
Sabrina jumped to her feet just as Max drew back his right hand and let Gunther have one last blow, as hard as he could. There was a sickening socking sound as Max's fist collided with Gunther's face, the force of the punch spilling him off of Gunther and to the ground beside him.
But it made no difference. Gunther wasn't going to get up.
"God!" Max grunted, pulling his right hand up to his chest. His features were screwed up in pain. "Christ, that hurt."
Sabrina lowered her gun and ran over to his side. "What?!" she cried. "Are you hurt!?"
"My hand." Max groaned, shaking it out in front of him. "How in the hell does Charles Bronson do this without - goddamn!"
Despite the tenseness of the situation, Sabrina had to let out a relieved laugh. "I hear he has a stunt double."
Max's wild blue eyes darted over to her. "What?"
Sabrina shook her head and held out a hand to help him up. He looked alright. His clothes and hair were disheveled and full of dust, but other than that and a bloodied lip, he seemed to be unhurt.
Well, besides his hand, Sabrina noted. Maybe a cast would be just one more thing he had in common with Kelly.
"Are you okay?" She asked as Max climbed to his feet.
"Yeah." He panted. "I'm okay."
They both looked down at Gunther. That was more than they could say for him. Max had done a number on his face and blood dripped down from his mouth and nose, soaking into the dust where he lay. His eyes were closed and would likely stay that way for the next several minutes.
Rustling from behind them had both Sabrina and Max whirling towards its source, their guard still very much up. But it was only Kris, running up to them from the shadows beyond the glare of the truck's headlights.
"What the hell happened?" she cried as she approached them. "Oh my God, I was gone for thirty seconds!" She reached them and her blue eyes found Gunther lying unconscious in the dirt. "What happened? Is that… is that him? Is that Gunther?"
Max rubbed his injured hand. "You tell me. You're the only one here that's seen him."
Kris stared at him for a moment before turning back to her friends. "Yeah… that's… I mean from what I can tell. What happened? I heard shouts."
"Max was finally useful." Sabrina muttered. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Thanks, by the way. But, it's still your fault he snuck up on us.
Max glared at her.
"Are you alright?" came Kris's next question, full of frustration. There was much she had missed and no one seemed to care if she got caught up or not.
In response, her friend only clutched his hand closer to his chest and shot Sabrina a look. "Never better."
Sabrina ignored him. "What do we do with this guy?" she mused aloud. "Should we tie him up or- wait, Kris, don't you have handcuffs?"
Wordlessly, Kris snapped the cuffs off of her belt and tossed them to Sabrina.
"Okay," Sabrina sighed. She looked thoughtful for a moment before seemingly getting an idea. "We'll cuff him to your car. He must have come out around the other side of the building or Kris would have seen him. If he took Jill and Kelly then they must be in there." She turned to Max with an expectant gaze. "Think you can get him to the car, Balboa?"
Max narrowed his eyes at her, but bent down and, with Sabrina and Kris's help, began dragging Gunther across the field to their car, parked several yards away. If he was the only one they had to contend with, they were lucky. They could find Kelly and Jill and leave.
If not…
Max tried not to think of an alternative to that. They'd find out soon enough.
It was probably not a good idea, but stalling was the only idea Kelly could think of. Stall until another opportunity presented itself and hope to God that one did.
"We're not going anywhere with you." Kelly spat, shoving Anna's offered hand away from her. Beside her, Jill groaned and stirred, but Kelly couldn't afford to take her eyes off of Anna to check on her. An opportunity might present itself just as it had with Katrin and just like with Katrin, she would have to act fast.
Anna gave her a piteous smile . "I wasn't asking you, Kelly." She whispered in that soft, airy voice of hers. Her heels clicked loudly in the empty hallway as she took two steps forward and bent down to look right in Kelly's face. "Now, it would be a shame if something happened to your friend, wouldn't it? Just because you had to be… difficult. Get up."
She was still leaning forward, the gun at her side. She'd withdrawn the helping hand, but Kelly knew she wouldn't get a better chance. She pushed herself slowly up to her knees, both eyes locked warily on the young nurse.
Anna smiled at her. "That's a good girl, Kelly. Keep making smart choices and I just may-"
The opportunity presented itself and Kelly lunged at her with a desperate left hook. There was a blur of movement and then it was over.
Anna had simply flinched backwards with a catlike agility and Kelly's fist sailed harmlessly through the air. She'd put all her weight behind it and now she toppled over onto Jill, crushing her injured right hand between them.
Kelly let out an agonized scream of pain and hurriedly tried to push herself to her feet.
But the fight had ended before it started. Kelly's head whipped backwards, sending her right back down to the floor. This time though, she managed to not land on her injured hand.
"Oh, does it hurt?" Anna cooed. Her face hardened. "That wasn't very smart, Kelly." She whispered, her voice shaking with rage. "Not very smart at all."
Kelly coughed and let her eyes drift up to her. She could feel warm blood running down her chin from her nose where Anna had kicked her. She saw Anna's hand come up and, in her daze, realized that the gun was drawn and aimed right at her.
"You won't shoot me." Kelly bluffed woozily. "You need us."
Anna glowered at her. "The doctor needs you." She corrected icily. "I don't have a use for either of you." She lowered the gun to Kelly's abdomen and Kelly instinctively curled into a ball. "Or for that."
She raised one stark white heel and, despite Kelly's efforts, wedged it between Kelly's elbows and knees to rest on her stomach.
"Wouldn't it be a shame…" she whispered, putting just a hint of pressure on Kelly's stomach.
"Anna!"
Both Kelly and Anna turned to the sharp voice and neither of their moods was much improved by Irene's appearance.
"What are you doing?" Irene barked. "I told you to let them come to us! You'll ruin everything!"
Anna pursed her lips and stubbornly put just a bit more pressure on Kelly. The frightened detective groaned and tried to squirm away, but she was dazed and Jill was right behind her, blocking her attempts at scooting away.
"Anna! You've done more than enough to upset your father today!" Irene boomed. "I'll not stand here and watch you further disgrace yourself."
That seemed to push Anna's buttons. That cool, icy facade she wore melted away exposing the unstable darkness beneath. "Disgrace myself?" she whispered slowly. "I'm a disgrace then?"
"When you act the way you're acting now." Irene growled. "Like a petulant child."
Anna seemed not to have heard her. She leaned her foot more heavily into Kelly, by now recovered enough to be able to push against her with her uninjured hand. "A disgrace?" she asked again. "Are those your words or his?"
She suddenly let up on Kelly, leaving the frightened detective to scoot over to Jill. Her blonde friend's eyes were starting to flutter open. Kelly lowered herself to Jill's ear. "Don't move." She whispered urgently. Jill's eyes floated up to her, but Kelly never got to the chance to make sure she'd heard.
Anna's high heeled foot came down on her injured hand just then, turning her whispered warning into a shriek of pain.
"Better? Now, your words or his, Irina?" Anna asked again, over Kelly's screams. The gun was aimed at Irene now, though it was a trade-off Kelly wasn't very happy with.
Irene watched Kelly thrash and beat against Anna's leg impassively. "Right now they are mine. If I am forced to report this to your father they'll be his too, I imagine."
Anna ground down harder on Kelly's hand. "Oh, I imagine so." She whispered, mockingly sincere.
"Anna!"
She watched Kelly suffer a bit longer and then suddenly let go.
Kelly clutched her hand to her chest and curled herself up, biting her tongue to keep from crying out.
Anna smiled sweetly at the older woman and lowered the gun to her side. "I know you would hate to displease my father. Shall we, then?" She turned the gun, balanced it harmlessly on her palm and held it out to Irene. The older nurse took it and pocketed it in one fluid motion.
For reasons known only to Anna, the young woman began to giggle softly as she stepped aside.
There wasn't too much time for Kelly to mull that over. She flinched as Irene's dark shadow crossed over her. She felt the older woman's iron grip close on her arm and tried to keep her feet under her as Irene yanked her roughly to her feet. She clutched her injured hand to her chest. It was throbbing, the pain so bad she wondered briefly if she might leave another mess just like Jill had.
"Get the other girl." Irene snapped at Anna. "And try not to give me any gossip to spread to your father."
Kelly winced as she felt Irene twist her good arm behind her back.
Still, through her pain, she couldn't help but notice something.
Father?
Kelly pushed against Irene to look behind her. "Jill? She called.
"Be quiet." Irene snapped, shoving her forward. Kelly managed to glance backwards to see Anna hauling Jill to her feet, so wobbly that the deranged nurse was forced to help her stand. Her blonde friend had blood running down her cheek and soaking into the collar of her shirt, but she was conscious now. Just barely. She looked up at Kelly with worried blue eyes and gave her just enough of a nod that Kelly knew she was aware of what was going on.
How unfortunate for her, Kelly mused bitterly to herself.
She pushed against Irene again. "Does medicine run in your family, Anna?" Kelly asked sweetly. Her and Jill were out of luck and if setting the two nurses at odds again was the only way to fight back, then so be it. "Are you Anna Rutger, is that your name, Anna? Anna Rutger? Are we meeting your daddy, finally?"
She was able to see Anna's eyes flash in anger before Irene twisted her hand in Kelly's hair and wrenched her head forward again. "I said, be quiet!" Irene hissed at her.
Kelly gritted her teeth at the rough treatment, but it was worth it. She could almost hear Anna seething behind her. She was angrier than ever now.
Good.
Angry people made mistakes and a mistake on one of the nurses' part was what she and Jill needed if they wanted to live through this night.
It wasn't much of a plan, but unless Sabrina was close by, she had until their appointment with the doctor to try and make it work.