Page 134 of Amnesty

“Is he dead?”

“Yes, he’s dead.”

“Eddie!” One of the officers jogged over. “What the hell happened here?”

“There’s a dead body on the shore. He’s the one who kidnapped Am and Sadie… He tried to take them again tonight.”

The man immediately sent a few officers down toward the shore.

“We need a medic.” I went on, pulling back so the officer could see the wound in Am’s side.

“Go get that looked at. We’ll talk after the scene is secure.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. On our way to the ambulance, Amnesia stumbled. I picked her up.

“What about you?” She winced. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay as long as you are.”

“You killed him,” she murmured.

“I’d kill him again if I could.”

The EMTs motioned me to put her down on a gurney, so I did. Her eyes began to stray back to the shore, and I stepped in front of her once again.

“Sadie’s crying,” Am whispered. “She’s crying over his body.”

“I know,” I said, grim.

She reached out for my hand, and I gave it readily. Her shirt was cut away, baring the nasty knife wound on her side.

“Definitely going to need stitches,” the medic announced.

“Go to her,” she told me, squeezing my hand. “Go to Sadie.”

“I want to stay with you,” I murmured, feeling guilty but unable to deny the way I felt. I almost lost her tonight. It was too close.

“I’m right here.” She promised. “We have a few minutes before we need to leave for the hospital, right?” she asked the EMT.

“Yeah,” he answered. “We’ll need to get the other victim in the back, too.”

“Go to her,” Amnesia urged. “She’ll come if you ask her to.”

I knew she would, but somehow, that made me hesitate more. It seemed wrong, almost like I was no better than Daniel and the widow. Using her. Twisting her feelings against her. I didn’t want to be like them.

I wanted to help her, but I also didn’t want to give her any false hope there was a chance for anything more than friendship.

“She’s so confused right now.” I agonized, trying to discern what to do.

A woman stepped around the side of the ambulance. She was dressed slightly haphazardly, as if she’d been in a hurry.

“Dr. Kline!” Amnesia said, surprised.

“I’ve been on standby since Sadie went missing. They called, said she was here?”

I nodded, but Amnesia answered, “Yes, she’s very upset.Hedied.”

“She stabbed Amnesia. She has no idea what she’s doing,” I added.

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