Chapter 4: Blind panic

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Adam strolled into his house, whistling. He was in good spirits. Ok so he was on bail for alleged 'domestic abuse.' Ok so that blind bitch had friends trying to bring him down. They couldn't prove half of what they were alleging. He smirked to himself. 'Good luck trying.' She was in the nuthouse for attempting to commit suicide after all. Who'd believe her now? He felt his cock hardening as he thought of Charlotte. She'd fancied him for ages while he'd been showing that bitch who was boss. She'd waited though, not believing anything her friends said about him. That was all well and good because it meant that in time, Adam would also take Charlotte under his control. She would also do as he said just as Danielle had. He grinned as he remembered the day, he'd approached Charlotte in the little store she worked in and asked her out for coffee on her lunch break.

"I've broken up with her," he'd said, keeping his voice casual, as if it was just a throwaway comment. Charlotte's eyes had widened immediately. Bingo, he thought.

"Really?" She asked, looking up at him with her brown eyes. He however was thinking of her tits and her… He blinked. "Yeah," he kept his voice casual. That was all he wanted a woman for, that was their only purpose in life after all. "Why?"

"Ah you know," he gave her his most charming smile as he flagged over the waitress and asked for two more coffees, indicating he was paying. Ah, it was so easy to get bitches into bed. Just flash your money around and pretend you give a shit. She'd soon wish she'd never known him. "Just wasn't working out. She was nuts."

"Isn't she in the loony bin?" She asked. Adam nodded, pretending to be affected.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I don't know why. I did everything I could to make her happy and…" He sighed again. "It just wasn't enough."

"I'm so sorry," Charlotte said and he inwardly cheered, but put a sad smile on his face. "Thanks." He could almost see the bitch thinking yes! Now I can have him for myself! Oh, he'd be the one having her before too long. No 'Adam' from her mouth. She'd call him Sir just as Danielle had, she'd let him fuck her whenever he wanted. Maybe he'd drive her to the same end. Adam had no problem admitting it. He hated women. They only existed to please men and he was only too happy to pretend he cared about them if it got him fucked a few times and then out the door they went. He wasn't worried about Danielle. He'd managed to paint her in the light he wanted. Insane. He'd never get caught for any of the so-called atrocities he'd committed. The assaults, rapes, nope, he was in the clear. Now Charlotte was his next victim.

"I never liked that blind bitch anyway," Charlotte said and Adam had to force himself to pay attention, to stop himself wondering what her pussy looked like… "I didn't like the fact that someone who can't even see got a higher score on the course than me. It's not right!" Adam smirked to himself. She's way cleverer than you, you stupid bitch, he thought, loathed as he was to admit it. Charlotte was drop dead gorgeous. But he nodded sympathetically, murmuring "I know," as he saw her trying not to lean closer to him. Perfect. Got you.

He sat down at his computer and turned it on, looking through that bitch's internet history. He always monitored what his cunt did online. They weren't allowed access to certain sites if they involved money or domestic violence help. He had a lot of websites blocked on the account he gave them. Oh, how he loved being a tech guy. It meant he could do whatever he wanted, had total control. Looking through her history now, he smirked as he saw she'd had to buy a new cane. He'd allowed it, but boy had she'd had to pay him back for it. Three nights of straight fucking from what he remembered. Oh, that'd been just fabulous. It was only because he'd intentionally broken her old one by bending it. He would clear her history when he was done and had just reached the last page when he paused. Michael Myers? What the fuck? He'd missed that it seemed.

Clicking on the website, he saw it was a page all about the notorious killer who apparently hadn't lived too far from where he lived now in Haddonfield. It seemed she had had some kind of warped fascination with the guy. Adam didn't care either way. Especially not if he killed women. That was just fine. If Myers ever came after him… Try it Mr. Boogeyman, he thought with a grin. I'm almost as tall as you, take me on I dare you! Just try it, you masked psycho! Chuckling aloud to himself at that thought, he cleared her history. It was time to start making Charlotte think she was being looked after, when in reality she was about to enter her own living hell.

"Thanks Adam," Charlotte gushed at the dinner he'd laid out for her. Of course, he'd made it look nice, the table and so on but all he'd really done was buy cheap microwave curry. As long as he kept up appearances… "This looks lovely."

"You're welcome, babe," he winked, and Charlotte blushed. He could almost see her heart rate speed up. He called me babe! Stupid bitch!' Adam could hardly believe how easy it was. He had Charlotte in bed that very first night. Oh yeah, he thought as he slid his cock into her for the first time. Albeit this one was consensual. Others… Oh, fuck yeah. Adam thought. So, so fucking wet… So easy…

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"Morning," Joanne said as she walked with Danielle to breakfast the next morning. "Are you ok?"

She nodded, saying nothing.

"You look tired," the guard prodded.

She smiled at her. She wasn't getting off the hook that easily it seemed. "How are you so perceptive?"

"Ha," Joanne laughed. "Trained eye." She grinned.

"Just didn't get much sleep last night," she said truthfully. "Just thinking about… Things and I couldn't close my eyes."

At that moment her cane made contact with something with a loud thud. Joanne looked down and cursed as did one of Myers' male guards. "How many times have I told the cleaners not to leave those damn signs there?" She guided her around it. "You, ok?"

"Yeah," She nodded. "That's what my cane's for. It hits things before I do… Well in theory it does," she smiled a little more genuinely this time. "But if I hadn't had it, well yeah. Accident material."

Joanne chuckled as Myers' guard moved the sign out of their way. "I'll still be saying something though, that's a damn safety hazard!"

Previously in life she would've hated this, considering it patronising. But somehow from Joanne's lips it sounded genuine. She smiled at her again. "Thanks Joanne."

"That's one lethal weapon there," one of Michael's guards said and she knew by his tone he was joking. She knew his voice now and laughed, smiling at him.

"No chance Rick, it's really flimsy. It bends so damn easily. It's frustrating. A bruise yeah, can't tell you how many times I've hit someone's ankles, accidentally of course and they bruise."

"Oh yes," Rick laughed. "Of course. An accident. Hmm."

She grinned. "Of course! Don't know what you're talking about!" All three guards laughed with her, and she felt her heart warm.

Just before they entered the dining room Joanne pulled her closer against her side. She didn't want to ask, but seconds later she got her answer as she heard the soft mocking laughter of her right-hand block mate. She didn't realise she'd shuddered until Joanne moved her arm, so her hand touched hers.

"That guy gives me the creeps," She whispered to her, also sensing that Myers' guards had stepped closer to them. Respect and gratitude filled her. "The very first day he was making sexual remarks. Normally I'd shrug it off, but that guy scares me. Something tells me he means what he says."

"Jefferson!" Rick snapped. "Keep moving!"

"Easy boys," the man drawled. "Free country, isn't it? A man can take his time."

"I'm warning you Jefferson," Myers' other guard snapped. She couldn't remember his name. "Move!" She stepped behind Joanne. She knew enough to know her guard's tall frame would block her from Jefferson's line of sight. "Too bad," Jefferson drawled lowly. "That was a good show."

She heard the harsh clink of chains. Shit. Myers had tensed due to this exchange. "Jefferson," Rick said. "Get out of here! Now! This is your last warning, or we will use force."

"Jesus," Jefferson sneered. "What's the problem? "Just looking at a woman's tits, why…"

She heard a muffled yell and was pretty sure Rick or the other guard had just been shoved back. There was a clang as flesh made contact with the wall. The doors and walls were made from heavy steel, with concrete on the outside. She heard Jefferson's gasps for air, then a deafening alarm. Joanne quickly led her away.

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"Are you ok?" Dr Stark asked her an hour later in their session. She nodded. Despite not having seen what'd happened, she was shaken up.

"Did…" she asked tentatively. "Did he make it? Jefferson?"

"Only just," Dr Stark said grimly. "It took six guards to pull Michael back. He's extremely protective of you that's for sure."

"But why?" She asked. "He hardly knows me and…"

"Yet he's held your hand," Dr Stark finished her sentence for her. "He empathises if nothing else. That's so obvious. Jefferson said the wrong thing to the wrong person. Michael is in his cell. He's dangerous right now."

"Don't have to tell me that," She shivered at the thought. "What did he do exactly? To Jefferson?"

"Slammed him against the wall and almost strangled him. Jefferson had to go to the hospital by ambulance. He was unconscious. A few more seconds and he would've…"

"Can't say I'm very sorry," she muttered.

"That's why Michael isn't in solitary," Dr Stark said. "He was provoked, as were you. Another reason I asked if you're alright."

"I hate that fucker, he makes me nervous," She admitted. "Hence why I'm not that sorry about what happened, or what almost happened to him today. But what I don't understand is why? Why did Michael get so riled up just from Jefferson winding me up to the point of killing him? Michael doesn't normally care about that sort of stuff. He kills, that's it. I'm a woman he's just met who tried to kill herself! So why the hell does he give a damn about what anyone says to me? Let alone enough to kill them?"

"Are you asking me that question?" Dr Stark asked. "Or are you asking yourself?" She couldn't answer.

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It was freezing. Danielle pulled her thick jacket around her as she stood in the exercise yard an hour after her session. She couldn't have said why but she was missing Michael, something terrible. Walking slowly across the yard with Joanne at her side, she stepped across the now pointless yellow line until she was leaning against Myers's concrete block. As she touched it, she realised that she was blinking back tears.

"Hey," said a male voice. "It's Ryan." She managed a weak smile at the guard as he lightly touched her arm. "Are you ok?"

"Sorry," She gave a small laugh. "I just miss who normally stands here. Isn't that stupid?"

"No," Ryan said. "It's how you feel. Nothing wrong with that at all."

"Even if he is a killer," she said quietly.

"Even if," Ryan agreed.

"Now I've already told you," Joanne said, sounding mock stern. "He's still a man and there's nothing wrong with noticing that." She reflected that Dr Stark had told her the same just days ago. But neither did she want to look like the girl who attempted to take her own life because of a man and then jumped on the first one who shows her kindness afterwards. Joanne must've seen something on her face because she stepped to her other side and squeezed her hand.

"Stop it," she said quietly.

She could only nod. She didn't move from Myers' block until they had to return to their cells.

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BEEP! She shot up in bed at the sound, her heart pounding. It took her a second to realise what it had been. Her phone. She was one of only two patients at Smith's Grove who were allowed to keep their phones, which was purely because they weren't considered a risk to anyone else. Slipping on her headphones, she opened it and saw that there was a message from Charlotte. She smiled. She and Charlotte had been close friends while everything with Adam had been going on, she had confided a lot of the abuse to her. When she opened the message however, her blood went cold.

You are fucking bitch. How dare you make up such lies about Adam? He told me the truth. He broke up with you because you're crazy, only proved by the fact you're now in the nuthouse. Lying bitch. I've always fancied Adam, but he didn't want to leave you. Well guess what? I'm with him know you blind bit hand I can actually see the damage you've caused. Hear me? I can SEE it! You can't! You tried to hang yourself because he wouldn't stay with you. Controlling bitch. You drove him to leave you. Well now he's mine and I love him. You haven't heard the last of this, you'd better hope I never see you again. Rot in hell!

She had to read the message twice to be sure she hadn't misread it. She felt no anger towards Charlotte just terrible sympathy. Adam had got to her now and before long she too would learn his true name, Sir. She would learn he was as abusive as she'd always said. She knew men like that never changed. She wanted to text Charlotte back telling her this, but right now she knew it was pointless. "You'll see alright," she murmured. "When you do, you'll wish you hadn't." She wasn't even aware she'd started crying.

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Adam smirked as he read the text Charlotte had sent to Danielle. Oh, this was just perfect. He'd show her she was wrong soon enough. He kissed Charlotte and fixed a fake sad look on his face. "Thanks babe," he said softly. "She hurt me so, so bad." He wiped away a tear.

"I'm so sorry Adam," Charlotte hugged him tightly. He felt a surge of anger. That was enough 'Adam' from her. He was Sir to women and this bitch would soon address him properly. Calm down, he reminded himself. You have to play this right. Don't get her calling you Sir too quickly. Just fuck her hard for calling you Adam. Women have no right to use my name. So, minutes later, he was doing just that. It took Charlotte ages when he pretended to kindly ask her to wash the blood out of the sheets the next morning.

"I'm sorry to wake you so early baby," he said to her at 5 AM trying not to smirk. He'd get the bed all to himself. Once he'd fucked her, she was out. Bitches. "But please can you get up and wash these sheets? There's blood on them. When you're done with that love, I'd kill for a cup of coffee" He gritted his teeth. The sooner he could order her to obey his every command the better. But for now, he had to pretend to be nice. But by God, she'd do it or pay the price.

"Of course," Charlotte got up right away and Adam handed her the bloody sheets, quickly replacing them with clean ones. He was already fast asleep by the time his fuck toy had even put the sheets in the machine, having locked the door so she couldn't get back in bed with him. There wouldn't be a comfortable bed for her tonight and that was just how he liked it.

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Danielle was awake again at 6 AM. In truth she'd gotten very little sleep after that message. It'd hurt her so badly, but she knew only too well what Adam could do. So, she was trying not to blame Charlotte. She'd learn the truth soon. With a sigh she stood, washing at her small sink before pulling on her uniform. She'd had a shower the day before, patients had one twice a week.

Myers wasn't in the yard that day. She guessed this could only mean his rage hadn't subsided and Dr Loomis was still working with him. She had a lot of respect for him. Regardless of Michael being a killer or not, he seemed to genuinely care about his patient. But it didn't make it any easier for her, she found herself standing by his block without him chained to it again. She'd worked long and hard while in her cell trying to stop the I can't care for a killer or I can't jump at the first man who cares, thoughts. Not an easy task, but she was confident she was slowly making progress with both. Whether she liked it or not, she was starting to realise that maybe, just maybe, she cared about Michael Myers.

Her session with Dr Stark was unremarkable. She didn't mention the text. She wasn't sure why, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Not yet anyway. Before long she was back in her cell as another interminable day ticked towards its end.

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Finally! Fucking hallelujah! Adam wanted to whoop with glee. This was it! The bitch had moved in with him just that day. Now at last he could start showing her who was in charge here. That the man was in charge, not the bitch. He'd decided he was going to playthings a little differently than he had with Danielle, purely because this whore could actually see. That changed thing, but only slightly. He couldn't use the same cruelties he'd used on Danielle; he'd just have to be a little more… Imaginative.

"Baby," he said to her the first day. "This may sound strange, but my father taught me that a woman calls her boyfriend Sir when they're living together. It will mean a lot to me if you'd uphold this for me. It doesn't mean I have any power over you or anything, it's just very important to me." Bingo! He thought as she looked surprised for a second, then slowly nodded. "Only at home," he said quickly. "In public baby I'm Adam." Fuck! He hated having to say that but if he didn't, someone may overhear if she called him Sir and that would only lend credence to her friend's court case against him. 'Shit, shit, shit!' He gritted his teeth. Well, it was a start anyway; she was calling him Sir behind closed doors. Just as she should.

"Thank you, baby," he said softly, pulling her in close for a kiss. Yuck. He hated the feel of her lipstick against his mouth, but he knew he had to keep up pretences if only for a little longer. Be patient Adam, he reminded himself. Just calm down, take your time. This bitch isn't going anywhere, literally. "Now come to bed. I want to make love to you." He'd almost said, 'fuck you,' but this wasn't the time for that. Not yet. Soon though, he consoled himself as he again slid himself into her. Very, very soon.

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The sound of a heavy door being opened as quietly as possible still managed to wake Danielle from a light sleep. In truth she was merely dozing. That text wouldn't leave her mind. She was sad and angry at the same time. Knowing her friends were acting as witnesses in her case against Adam, she'd forwarded it to a couple of them as further proof. They'd both texted back which'd brought tears to her eyes. Thanks D, we'll get him sent down, we promise. So maybe she still had people outside these walls who cared after all.

Now she focused on the sounds as she heard chains then the cell door on her right opening. 'Oh, joy of all fucking joys! He was back. Jefferson. Still alive. Damn. Why did you guys stop Michael? She thought as she heard a guard speaking quietly to her block mate. Why, why!

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To her horror after the guards had left, she heard Jefferson whistle at her. Anger rose in her chest. 'Fucker!' But then she consoled herself with one fact. She could feel anger towards men again, not just fear. Adam had quashed her hatred of him with pure terror, so it was good to know she could still feel it towards an asshole like Jefferson. She took a deep breath then realised why he had whistled in the first place. It was hot and she wasn't covered completely. Furious at him she quickly covered herself.

"Too late honey bunch," he sneered. "Already got a nice look at your tits and there's no one to protect you this time. What a nice welcome home present. Now all I need to see is your pussy and I'll be totally happy."

It was then that she felt the first wave of panic. No! She shouted at herself. Stay in control! She hadn't had a panic attack for a while, and she didn't want to have one now. But the text, along with Jefferson's jeering words… She lurched, grabbed her shirt and put it on. She desperately took sips of water trying to calm herself. But all the memories were suddenly as sharp as tape recordings. The rapes… the shouts… the orders… She scrambled back to her bed.

Joanne had told her, and it'd been in her documentation that if a patient had a panic attack the doctors could prescribe sedatives. She had no choice, she needed help. Feeling around frantically, she tried to find the call button. She couldn't find it. 'Where the fuck was it?!' The panic worsened as she continued her fruitless searching. Fuck I hate being blind, fuck I hate being blind! She shouted in her head again and again. 'Where the fuck was the fucking button?' She searched all over, feeling like the blind woman she was as she felt everywhere, but still no trace of the damn call button. She wished more than ever she could go back to the first day when Joanne had asked if she needed to show her where the call button was again. 'Yes!' She'd speak. 'Yes, please!'

Still no button. All she could think of in her panic fuelled brain was to get help another way. Almost running over to the bars, she hit them as hard as she could, once, twice. She needed to get out, she was stuck in a small box both physically and mentally and she couldn't take the mounting pressure. She would hit the bars until her fucking hands were bleeding if she had to. I need out, I need out! She shouted in her head. 'Why! Why was she still alive?'

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"I told you bitch!" Adam yelled, seeing Charlotte blanch first in surprise, then fear. "I'm Sir at home! Are you deaf?" At last. Oh, fuck yes, at last. It was almost enough to make him cum. Women did as he said, he was boss.

"I'm sorry Sir," Charlotte said meekly as he grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her upstairs. She needed a good seeing to. A good fucking would show her that he meant business, meant every word he said. Now she was beginning to realise Danielle may have been right. Too late bitch, he thought as he pounded into her. Too late.

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Danielle had no idea how long she'd been desperately hitting the bars. She couldn't shout out loud because her mental box was closed constricting her voice. The next thing she knew the door had opened and just like in her dream except this was for real Joanne had her arm around her, whispering into her ear. "It's alright, I'm here. What happened sweetheart? Bad dreams?"

"I couldn't find the call button," She eventually broke down, sobbing against the guard's shoulder. "I searched and searched but couldn't find it! I… I was so scared! I'm so sorry I…"

"Shh," Joanne kept repeating as she held her close. She may be her guard, but right now Joanne felt like her mother. Just as she had in her dream a few nights ago. "It's here sweetheart," Joanne murmured eventually, setting her hand on the light switch then the round button built into it. At this she began crying soundlessly. She'd been so close…

"Hey it's ok," Joanne soothed. "You know where it is now when you need it again."

She felt another hand on her shoulder then. "Hello," it was Dr Stark. "What happened?" She had never heard the doctor speak so kindly to her in all the time she'd known her. Joanne handed her a glass of water.

"Panic attack," Danielle gasped. "I took my meds at breakfast today; my anti-depressants and they normally help keep them under control but…"

"Did something happen?" Dr Stark asked. "Today, I mean?"

She didn't want to lie. "Yes Dr Stark," she managed to say before she broke down all over again against Joanne's shoulder. "Yes!"

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Adam lay beside Charlotte, heartily wishing he could wake her up. But not yet. Picking up her phone he began to check her text messages and bingo, he had his first shot of showing her that she belonged to him. A male colleague named 'TJ' texted her Hey babe how you doing? Adam didn't like that, not at all. It made his blood boil. 'TJ?' That was too friendly for his liking. The bitch would pay for this. Pretending gentleness he woke her, trying desperately to keep his anger in check at least for now. "Baby," he said, keeping his voice casual as if just curious, when in reality he wanted to punch her in the face. "What's this?"

She raised her eyebrows and squinted at him before looking at the message. He saw the spark of anger cross her features that he dared look at her phone while she was sleeping, but he immediately silenced that by bellowing "ANSWER ME BITCH!" Instantly, terror replaced her anger and Adam relaxed. "Good," he hissed. That was what he wanted to see. Fear. "It… It's my boss," she stammered, trying not to meet his eyes. "Tim Jennings. Just checking that I'm ok. He… He does that every day."

"Yeah?" Adam sneered. "Does he call everyone babe?" He stressed the last word. "He needs to stop, you hear me. No one will call you babe! I don't like it. You tell him that." He thrust her phone at her. "Text him back right now and tell him never to call you babe again and I'll read it before you send it! Do it!"

"It's 3 AM," she started weakly but was stopped when Adam punched her in the face. She gasped more in shock than pain. It wasn't hard but hard enough to make his point. "Do it," he snarled. "Now!" Her hands were shaking, Charlotte raised her phone and texted back.

Hi Tim, I'm fine, but please don't call me babe again. C.

Adam took her phone and read it before hitting send. "Good girl," he said, pulling her back to him. Charlotte didn't stop him. By now she knew what she would get for that text. Quite literally fucked.

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For the first time, Dr Stark entered Danielle's cell. She only knew this when she knelt on Joanne's other side and touched her shoulder, Joanne still with her arm around her.

"What happened?" Dr Stark asked softly. Danielle was still crying uncontrollably, willing her mental walls to disappear so she could think, speak, anything… "I… I…" She tried, but her voice still wasn't working. Joanne continued to stroke her back and slowly but surely, she began to relax. Dr Stark didn't push, and she was pretty sure the doctor smiled at her guard in thanks, though of course she didn't know this for certain.

"I… I got a text," She whispered eventually, pulling out her phone, turning off voiceover and activating the screen as she'd had to do so many times before but this time not under duress. Charlotte's text was still open she handed it first to Joanne, proof of her trust and Joanne handed it to Dr Stark.

"Charlotte was one of my best friends," She sobbed, not giving a fuck who could hear her. She was past caring. "That means the fucker Adam's got his claws in to her now. He'll treat her the same way he treated me and there's nothing I can do about it!"

"But that's not your fault," Dr Stark said. "You can't control another's actions. Charlotte will get the help she needs. We have domestic violence experts here and I'll get some of them on her trail right away. They'll discreetly keep an eye on her and work out how to get her away from him. Trust me?" Dr Stark took her hand and squeezed it once. She slowly nodded. "That's my girl," Dr Stark said. "We'll get her away from him."

"Then there's that jerk to the right of me," She sobbed, still not caring if he heard. 'Fucker deserved to die. Why hadn't they let Michael kill him?' "He made a sexual advance on me as soon as he got through the fucking door. It's really hot tonight and he was just standing there staring at my fucking breasts! The asshole even had the audacity to whistle at me! I can't take much more of it… Not, not with my… My past…"

Before she'd even finished speaking, the door had opened, and three guards had come in. Jefferson's cell was opened, and he was wrenched violently from his bed then chained. "What the fuck?" He snarled.

"Solitary Jefferson," a voice she recognised as Rick's said. "We warned you. Leave this woman alone you sexist bastard." She didn't hear Jefferson's reply because he was being shoved out of the block. God, she hoped he rotted in there.

"Thanks," she said to Dr Stark. "I wasn't asking for you to do that but…"

"That's not the first time he's done something like that, and he has been warned previously," Dr Stark said. "We're actually trying to get him moved. He's not helping your recovery at all."

Should've just let Michael kill him, she thought but didn't say. Why didn't you?

"Come on sweetheart," Joanne eased her to her feet. "Let's go and get you something cold to drink. You're right, it's stifling tonight."

"Joanne," She had to ask the question as her guard and doctor both guided her towards the door. "How did you guys know I was in trouble? Did you hear me?"

"Not at first," Joanne said and she was certain she could hear a smile in her tone. "The gentleman on your left pressed his call button for you."