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“No,” I snap. “I’m not involved with your boss anymore, so find someone else.”

“Don’t you follow some code of practise?” he snaps.

“I’m not allowed to treat patients like this.”

“Then make an exception, because if he dies, I’ll tell the police you refused to help.”

I growl in frustration and slam the window closed, grabbing my robe and rushing downstairs. I unlock the door, and they bustle in past me, heading straight for the kitchen. Chevy swipes the leftover mugs from the table, sending them crashing to the floor, then he helps his friend onto the surface.

“What happened?” I ask, lifting the man’s shirt slightly to see blood.

“He got stabbed.”

“Chevy, he might have serious internal bleeding. He needs a doctor.”

“I have one coming, but until he gets here, you will keep him alive.”

“It’s not something I can promise,” I snap, grabbing some scissors and cutting the man’s T-shirt away. There’s a deep wound to his side, and I gently press his stomach to feel for internal swelling that could indicate a bleed. “How much blood has he lost?”

“A lot,” Chevy confirms.

I grab my first aid kit and pull out all the padded dressing, using them to apply pressure against the wound. “He’ll probably need blood.”

“The doctor’s sorting that.”

I frown. “How?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” He stares down at his phone then heads to the back door, pulling it open. Fury enters, and the first thing I notice is that he’s covered in blood. His jeans are soaked, and there are splatters on his shirt and face. He avoids my eyes, and before I can ask what the hell is going on, a doctor enters, filling me with relief.

Fury places a box down while the doctor places his bag on the table and retrieves some gloves. He proceeds to check the patient over. “We’ll need to get inside,” he states, looking at me.

“Huh?”

“It’s possible the knife wound has perforated the liver.”

I shake my head. “I’m not a scrub nurse,” I say meekly. “He needs to go to hospital.”

“I thought you said she was fine with all this?” the doctor snaps, glaring at Chevy.

Chevy grabs me by the upper arm and shoves me from the room, closing the door. “Now, listen very carefully,” he hisses. “You’re going to go in there and help. I don’t care what you have to do but do it.”

“I can’t,” I cry. “I’ll get into trouble.”

“There’s no choice,” he snaps.

The door opens, and Fury looks back and forth between us. “Everything okay?”

“No,” I say. “I can’t do this.”

He glances at Chevy. “Let me talk to her.”

Chevy rolls his eyes in irritation and goes back into the kitchen. Fury closes the door. “What are you doing here?” I hiss. “Why are you covered in blood?”

“I’ll explain later.”

“I can’t keep doing this, Reese. He can’t keep sending people my way to be patched-up.”

“Listen, until I figure a way out, you have to do this.”

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