Page 67 of Twisted Knight

“Is he the perpetrator?” he asked, jerking his head toward the blond man.

I nodded quickly.

“I have some binding in the back. Take care of him. I’ll see what I can do for your friend.”

“I have what we need.” I let the man wheel Dom in the clinic while I rushed to the car to retrieve the pair of handcuffs I had in my back for the weekend… I expected to use them for something a lot more fun than trapping a murderer.

I put his arms behind his back and secured them with the handcuffs, then I grabbed him under his arms and pulled him into the clinic.

I was a tall, strong woman and it felt like the extra adrenaline from fear and anger was making me even stronger than I'd ever been.

“You can lock him in the quiet room. It’s the door on your left,” the man shouted at me.

I looked at him. He was leaning over Dom who was now lying on a metallic table in the middle of the room.

I locked at the man in the empty room, no bigger than a broom closet, before rushing in the room by Dom’s side.

“How is he doing?” I asked breathlessly, standing close to the table. Nausea hit me as I noticed the four long wounds on Dom’s side.

The man shook his head. “I’m not sure; I'm not a human doctor.”

“He’s all I have, please…” My voice cracked at the end as I rested my hand on Dom's cold cheek.

The man looked up at me, his eyes now only full of concern. He let out a sigh, jerking his head toward the side. “I need your help. Grab a pair of gloves and a mask and open the first drawers. There are long clamps that look like weird scissors; get three for me.”

I nodded, acting mechanically, concentrating on my tasks and trying not to think of all that happened in less than ten minutes… How was that even possible?

I rushed back to the man and extended the clamps one by one.

“The man just attacked you?” he asked curiously as he widened one of Dom’s wounds.

I looked away as my stomach churned viciously. This was most definitely different fromGrey’s Anatomy.

“Yes, I don't know him.”

“Things like that don't happen in our small town, but you’re lucky he was not very good. He missed his mark quite a few times. Hold this.”

I turned toward him. “What?”

He nodded toward two of the clamps he was holding. “Only two of the wounds are dangerous. I need you to hold them tight to stop the blood flow.”

“Okay.” My hands were shaky as I approached the clamps.

“You need a steady hand; just calm down… He’s going to be fine.”

I knew he had no clue; he was just trying to humor me, but Dom’s life could be depending on me.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

I grabbed the clamps with a slight tremor.

The man started to move around, grabbing a machine and wrapping a band around Dom’s wrist.

“Heart monitor, obviously not really fit for our purpose here, but that's the best I have.” He turned toward the counter and grabbed a lot of things before placing them on a small tray which he wheeled back to us.

“I will start stitching inside where he nicked the artery. Just don’t let go of the other clamp, okay?”

Did the man feel as defeated as he sounded?

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