challenged. His radio went off then and a fast round of codes were spewed from the operator. Anderson didn’t pay it a lick of attention. “Why take off when you saw me. Why jump the fence, and in doing so, fuck up your ankle? A simple explanation would’ve taken care of everything.” The nurse behind us gasped at his choice of words, but remained silent. “No answer?”
“I want to go home.” I was being petulant, but at this point I didn’t give a damn. I was tired, hungry, and in pain. If he were really arresting me I’d be in a holding cell somewhere. Fuck this “I want to get through to you” crap. “Bandage me up and send me off. My insurance will handle the bill.”
“Shut up and sit down, Nora. I’ve had enough!” Officer Grumpy grabbed me by the elbow then, the harshness of his pull caused me to stumble, and I let out a sharp yelp of pain.
“Son of a bitch!” Pushing his hand away, I hobbled over to an uncomfortable looking chair, and sat down. Reaching down, I undid my shoe laces and kicked off my shoe. The thud from the rubber hitting linoleum was loud inside the quiet room.
“Do you believe me now? It’s sprained,” Anderson commented dryly, a smug expression on his face. The man could be considered handsome for an older man if it weren’t for the asshole-like tendencies.
“You ass—”
“I’ll page the on-call attending.” Nurse—whatever her name was—jumped in before I could punch the moron. When had she walked around her prestigious desk and toward us? Not that she came to my aid or anything. Not once had she looked at my injured foot, no, her eyes were set on his.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” She blushed at his term of endearment while I sat there mouth agape. Were they kidding me with this shit? My ankle was five different shades of ugly and they’re flirting?
Tonight just kept getting weirder or worse, depending on how you looked at it.
Clearing my throat, I raised a brow. “Are you two done?”
Instead of acknowledging my question, the nurse smiled. Not the sweet one she’d just had for the good officer a minute ago. No, this one made me a bit uncomfortable.
As if I were part of a joke I wasn’t aware of.
Turning around, she added an extra sway to her hips while walking around the admittance desk. His eyes stayed on her back the entire way and I rolled my eyes. I was almost tempted to ask them if I should leave. It would work out in my favor to be honest.
Picking up the phone next to her computer, she spoke into it. Hushed whispers carried over to where I sat, but I couldn’t make out a single word.
Enough of this shit. “Sign me out.”
“No.” Anderson met my hard stare with one of his own and both arms crossed over his chest. Puffed it out in a move made to intimidate me; it didn’t work.
“Yes.”
“Not another word.”
“I will not be silenced.”
“Nora, I’m not the fucking enemy.” My eyes snapped to his and tried to burn him alive. Yet, what I found confused me a bit. Gone was the anger of a minute ago. Officer Anderson looked as if he were contemplating the right words to say. “This is the third time in two months I’ve picked you up from somewhere you shouldn’t have been.”
“There’s a huge difference between shouldn’t have and committing a crime.”
“Fair enough, but tonight you were an active participant.”
A snort escaped me at his counter reply. “Who called it in? The janitor?” Small nod in response and a hand wave, which I took as a sign to carry on. “Professor Penton encourages our creativity. He pushes his groups each semester to outdo the last—as I said earlier, tradition. That janitor hasn’t been at the school long enough to know and called something in that was and is harmless.”
“So why run?”
“Because you wouldn’t understand or listen.”
“Fair enough.”
“Is that all you can say?”
“No.” At my glare, he smiled. “Cool it, kid. We’re here because you decided to run. Not on
“I want to go home.” I was being petulant, but at this point I didn’t give a damn. I was tired, hungry, and in pain. If he were really arresting me I’d be in a holding cell somewhere. Fuck this “I want to get through to you” crap. “Bandage me up and send me off. My insurance will handle the bill.”
“Shut up and sit down, Nora. I’ve had enough!” Officer Grumpy grabbed me by the elbow then, the harshness of his pull caused me to stumble, and I let out a sharp yelp of pain.
“Son of a bitch!” Pushing his hand away, I hobbled over to an uncomfortable looking chair, and sat down. Reaching down, I undid my shoe laces and kicked off my shoe. The thud from the rubber hitting linoleum was loud inside the quiet room.
“Do you believe me now? It’s sprained,” Anderson commented dryly, a smug expression on his face. The man could be considered handsome for an older man if it weren’t for the asshole-like tendencies.
“You ass—”
“I’ll page the on-call attending.” Nurse—whatever her name was—jumped in before I could punch the moron. When had she walked around her prestigious desk and toward us? Not that she came to my aid or anything. Not once had she looked at my injured foot, no, her eyes were set on his.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” She blushed at his term of endearment while I sat there mouth agape. Were they kidding me with this shit? My ankle was five different shades of ugly and they’re flirting?
Tonight just kept getting weirder or worse, depending on how you looked at it.
Clearing my throat, I raised a brow. “Are you two done?”
Instead of acknowledging my question, the nurse smiled. Not the sweet one she’d just had for the good officer a minute ago. No, this one made me a bit uncomfortable.
As if I were part of a joke I wasn’t aware of.
Turning around, she added an extra sway to her hips while walking around the admittance desk. His eyes stayed on her back the entire way and I rolled my eyes. I was almost tempted to ask them if I should leave. It would work out in my favor to be honest.
Picking up the phone next to her computer, she spoke into it. Hushed whispers carried over to where I sat, but I couldn’t make out a single word.
Enough of this shit. “Sign me out.”
“No.” Anderson met my hard stare with one of his own and both arms crossed over his chest. Puffed it out in a move made to intimidate me; it didn’t work.
“Yes.”
“Not another word.”
“I will not be silenced.”
“Nora, I’m not the fucking enemy.” My eyes snapped to his and tried to burn him alive. Yet, what I found confused me a bit. Gone was the anger of a minute ago. Officer Anderson looked as if he were contemplating the right words to say. “This is the third time in two months I’ve picked you up from somewhere you shouldn’t have been.”
“There’s a huge difference between shouldn’t have and committing a crime.”
“Fair enough, but tonight you were an active participant.”
A snort escaped me at his counter reply. “Who called it in? The janitor?” Small nod in response and a hand wave, which I took as a sign to carry on. “Professor Penton encourages our creativity. He pushes his groups each semester to outdo the last—as I said earlier, tradition. That janitor hasn’t been at the school long enough to know and called something in that was and is harmless.”
“So why run?”
“Because you wouldn’t understand or listen.”
“Fair enough.”
“Is that all you can say?”
“No.” At my glare, he smiled. “Cool it, kid. We’re here because you decided to run. Not on
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