It’s that time of day again where all I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep until mid morning. I don’t bother hitting snooze, if I don’t get up now I never will. I throw back all the curtains letting warm natural light in as I brew a pot of coffee.
Coffee always taste the best first thing in the morning. I take a seat on the bay window and watch the cars drive past. This is how I like to wake up of a morning, cup of coffee, sitting in the sun, taking in the little things.
Every morning like clock work I see the same thing. The mom across the road taking her kids to school, the children running to the bus stop and the old couple that live down the street walking their dog. It’s almost calming. It’s a constant that I can always rely on. I drink my coffee and get dressed for work.
I am running out the door late for work. I jump in my car and take off down the road. I am stopped at traffic lights when something grabs my attention out the corner of my eye. A woman was running towards my car, what really got my attention was the fact that she was covered in blood.
I put the car in park and got out to check she was okay. The woman was in a thin tank top and booty shorts. Her hair was mattered and she had scratches all over her. The closer I got to her the more I could see the plain terror on her face. The tears streaming down her face smudged some of the blood.
“Are you okay?” Her whole body was shaking, she reaches out to grab ahold of me.
“Please help me,” her body collapses against mine. I had to do something. I had to get her to a hospital. I help her back to her feet, she is breathing heavily. Her knees are like jelly and her bare feet drag and shuffle along the loose gravel. She takes another tumble, this time scrapping her palms and knee.
“Okay, okay,” I lift her arm over my shoulders and we hobble over to my car. “Get in the car,” the light had turned back to red again but there was no cars around so I floored it. Speeding all they way to the hospital.
I park as close to the entrance as I could then run inside to get help. Doctors and nurses all scurry around the place. I darted to the triage desk.
“Excuse me can you help me?” The woman just pointed to the sign ‘please wait for assistance’ I don’t have time to wait. Another nurse ducked out the door.
“I’m sorry but I really need your help,” she waved the folder she was carrying at me. A doctor walked into the building.
“I know your busy but could you,” he glared at me mumbling something about not even clocking in yet.
“WILL SOMEBODY PLESE HELP ME!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. The whole room when quiet as everyone turned to look at me. A different nurse rushed over to me.
“Miss please calm down,” she noticed the blood over me and tried checking me for wounds. “What happened where are you hurt?”
“What?” I looked down at myself and realised how much blood I actually had on me. “Oh no, not me, there is a woman on the back seat of my car,” I ran back out to the car pulling the nurse along with me. “I think she has been attacked.”
Opening the back door to the back seat I hear the nurse gasp beside me. She ran off back inside and a hopeless feeling settled in my stomach. Sitting on the grown next to the open car door I felt a tear stream down the side of my face. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in my hands.
The world around me went quiet. It felt like I was under water. I could hear the birds flying above me to the faint footsteps of the people in the hospital. I could hear the doctors and nurses talking. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, everything was muffled.
The footsteps become louder and the voices more prominent. I sat back against the car and when I looked up I saw people rushing to me. Not just any people, doctors and nurses, some pushing stretchers, some carrying medical equipment.
The nurse I dragged out side crouched down in front of me. She gave me a warm, comforting smile and pulls me up off the ground. We stand back and watch the others work on the mystery woman.
They help her out of the car and lay her on a stretcher. The doctors shine a light in her eyes, a doctor placed his hands in his palms and asks her to squeeze. Another doctor checks her vital signs and runs a Wartenberg Wheel over her hands and feet.
They pull out a blood pressure monitor and an ECG machine. One of the doctors steps back and I can see the woman hooked up to monitors with wires going everywhere.
I see one nurse put a collar around her neck, it takes a moment but then it happens. The woman starts screaming and thrashing around, hitting everyone close to her.
“I DON’T WANT TO DO IT!” She hit one doctor in the face, giving her a blood nose. She kicked one doctor in the shoulder and another in the knee. The woman rolled over onto her front and tried to get up.
“PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME!” She rips all the wires and chords off of her body and gets up onto her feet. She ran but tripped and fell onto the cement. She was still screaming as the doctors raced to her. A nurse was able to wrap his arms around the woman but her legs where still swinging everywhere.
“I’M SORRY, PLEASE I CAN’T!” Still kicking and screaming they lay her back in the stretcher. The doctors are now yelling for a sedative.
They eventually pin her down and inject a sedative to calm her. Her arms fall back to her side and they tighten straps around her That are attached to the board she was on.
The doctors and nurses lift her up into a gurney to wheel her inside. I stand the for what feels like hours but in reality it was only a few minutes. I was just staring at the entrance unsure of what to do.
“Miss?” My whole morning plays out in my head in slow motion.
“Miss?” What would have happened if I wasn’t running late?
“Miss?” I snapped out of my daze. The nurse from earlier still standing there with me.
“Miss you need to come inside with me,” she grabs a hold of my arm and ushers me towards the door. I notice her blonde hair still tied up neatly and bun. How could she still looks so pristine after what just happened?
“I need to call my boss,” I suddenly remember that I was supposed to be at work. “Where is my purse?” I crawl through the driver-side door and over the gearshift to get my purse that was sitting on the passenger seat.
“You can call your boss inside,” she put her hand gently on my back. “We really need to check you out.”
Once inside they sit me in a doctors office. I’ve been clutching my purse to my chest the entire time. While I wait for the doctor I pull out my phone and dial Matthews number.
“Bella where are you?” Matthews voice came through the phone he sounded furious. My mouth dried up and I felt my hands begin to shake.
“I... umm, I had to take someone to the hospital and I, umm,” tears well up in my eyes. I still can’t believe what had happened.
“Bella, what happened?” Matthews voice sounded calmer. The tears began to stream down my face.
“I’m not really sure, but they want to make sure I’m okay,” my voice broke at the end and my heart was going a mile a minute. I just stared at one tile on the floor on able to look at anything else.
“Are you okay Bella?” I could hear shuffling on the other end. He must have been in the middle of something, paperwork probably.
“I think so,” my morning started to catch up with me and I suddenly felt over tired. “I was just calling to let you know I don’t think I’ll be able to come in today,” he sighed.
“Bella I’m going to organise for you to have three days off,” there was a brief pause and then more shuffling. I shouldn’t be having time off they need me there. I am one of the main animal handlers what will they do without me. But at this stage I’m too exhaust to argue. “If you need more just tell me.”
“Okay thank you,” I heard him sigh again as I ended the call. The door to the office opened and the doctor walked in.
They say I’m in shock. I’m currently lying on the bed with my feet up on a pillow. I ended up falling asleep and when I woke up it was 6pm. The blonde nurse came into the room and sat inside me.
“How are you feeling?” She rubs my back and hands me a glass of water. The water feel so nice in my dry mouth, my lips are chapped and my throat is scratchy.
“Okay I guess,” take another general sip of water. “How’s the woman I brought in?”
“She’s in surgery at the moment,” a grim look crept up on her face.
“Is she gonna be okay?” The sick feeling came back and settled in my stomach.
“We don’t know,” she pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something down on it. “Why don’t you go home, I will call you when she’s out of surgery,” she folded the paper in half and handed it to me. “Here’s my number if you need anything just call me, my name is Opal.” She got up off the bed and headed to the door.
“Opal?” She stopped and turned back to face me.
“Yes,” she tried her best to put on a happy face, a calm face.
“Do you have any idea what happened to her?” I saw the horror flash through her eyes. I knew whatever it is wasn’t good.
“It’s looks like an animal attack,” now I understand the horror.
All I could think about on the drive home was ‘What kind of animal could do that?” Maybe a lion? Tiger? Bear? Surely not not this close to the city.
I pulled up to my house got out of the car and stopped dead in my tracks just behind the gate. My door is broken off it’s hinges. I spun around scanning the street nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I took a few steps towards my car and that’s when I spot it.
A motorcycle is park across the street hidden between two neighbours cars. I feel like I’ve seen that bike before. I hear a crash come from inside. When I turn around I see Bennett charging to me. He seems wrathful, his eyes are wild and his breath is uneven and heavy. He grips my shoulders tight, staring directly into my eyes. Fear. Worry, Relief. I felt every thing he felt.
“Where the hell have you been?”