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The Dry Rain
Micah shook his head and backed away, not sure what to do now. He wanted to tell Bailey to run, to get out of there, but he didn’t want to let the nurse know she was there if he didn’t have to.
“You first,” he said, glancing at the needle in her hand. “If it makes you feel so good and doesn’t hurt, then show me on yourself.”
She shook her head. “I would, but it makes you kind of sleepy. And I need to give all these other people the medicine first. Then I can do it. But there’s no reason for you to wait. We can find an empty bed, or you can just come over here and lay right down on the floor. You won’t even feel it, I promise.”
He shook his head again, trying to think of some way to get away from her without exposing Bailey. But it seemed hopeless, and the woman was still coming toward him, her thumb on the plunger like she was just going to jab the needle into him as soon as he was within range.
A small shape scooted out from the other side of the counter and behind the nurse, so quietly he didn’t hear a sound. He lowered his hands and made eye contact with the nurse.
“Maybe you’re right,” he said, pretending to think about it. “But I don’t think I want to lay on the floor. You said we could find a bed. Can you take me to one?”
The woman lowered the needle, her lips still stretched in that faux smile. “Of course, my dear. Come with me, and we’ll get comfortable.”
He didn’t want to touch her, but he reached out for the hand she offered as Bailey came up behind her. His sister clutched one of the full syringes in one fist, and on his nod, she stabbed it into the nurse’s calf, jamming her other hand down on the plunger.
The garish grin turned to rage, all the muscles in the woman’s face tightening nearly as much as her fingers around his hand. She would jam the needle into him, he knew, and he braced himself even as he frantically tried to pry his hand out of hers.
But almost as soon as they’d tightened up, the nurse’s muscles relaxed again, and she released him as she fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, knocking Bailey over in the process.
Micah waited a long moment before he laid two fingers on the side of the woman’s neck.
Bailey got up and made a dramatic show of dusting herself off.
“Is she okay?” Bailey asked. “She was going to hurt you. I didn’t want her to hurt you. The shot was good, right?” She picked up the full syringe that had fallen from the woman’s fingers. “Did it make her feel good?”
Micah gently took the syringe from his sister and put it on the counter where she couldn’t reach.
“It made her sleepy,” he said, giving his sister a half-smile. “She’s not feeling anything right now. Let’s get out of here.”
Bailey frowned, not moving. “What about Angie? She needs help!”
Micah looked around and sighed. “I don’t think there’s anyone here who can help, Sis. We might have to leave Angie behind. I know you liked her, but I don’t think we can help her anymore. We have to go somewhere safe, and take care of ourselves.”
Baily was already shaking her head. “No! We can’t leave her – I love her, and she loves me. We have to help her, Micah. You can do it, I know you can. You can do anything!”
“Not this time, sis. I’m sorry, but I don’t know what to do.”