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pitiful, all he could do was gather her up in his arms and take her as fast as he could back to the apartment.
He couldn’t even find out who the fuck had done that to her because she’d passed out from shock. Jones had been so scared for her, so he’d called a doctor to come and check. He didn’t know if she was injured or not. The bastard could have done anything to her for all he knew, he just hoped that it wasn’t serious. What confused him was why the hell she’d fainted like that?
Jones carried her into his place and had taken her directly to the first bedroom he’d come to. He’d struggled with the apartment door and her bags, while juggling her lifeless-seeming body and his anger. He couldn’t get the image of her pressed against the wall out of his mind as he had held her, marveling at how well she fit into his arms. She was so light, weighing almost nothing and it frightened him when he remembered how the guy had her pressed against the wall like a rag-doll.
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20:10 p.m. October 13, 2004
Doug had come over. He was watching Jones as he refused to stop pacing the living room, walking around the furniture like a trapped tiger. His stormy eyes’ visage was enough to warn anyone off from talking to him, anyone but Doug.
“Can you sit the fuck down?” Doug said again for the fifth time since he’d walked through the door.
Jones didn’t answer, giving him a ‘shut-the-fuck-up’ look.
“Doc, what’s wrong with her?” Jones asked, barely giving the doctor a chance to place his bag on the floor next to the living room door.
“She’s a little shook up,” he told Jones, “A mild shock, that’s about all. No other injuries as you suspected,” the doctor continued.
“So how come she hasn’t woken up yet?” Jones pressed.
“I can’t be sure about that. Perhaps her subconscious is keeping her under, fear causing her body to shut down and keeping her there,” the doctor surmised, “Nothing lasting. I gave her a mild sedative, so she should sleep for a while, either way.”
“Okay. Thanks, Doc.” Jones held out his hand, grasping the doctor’s hand as he led him to the front door.
“So, what happened as far as you can tell?” Doug asked when he’d shown the doctor out and returned to the living room.
“I don’t know for sure,” Jones said, pushing his hair back with an annoyed gesture. “I was thinking she was taking too long to get back home, so I went down to see where she was. Good thing too! Some bastard had her pressed up against the fucking wall like she was nothing. He could have hurt her, and I would have been too late!”
“Hey! It’s not your fault!” Doug told him.
“She’s my responsibility! I should have thought about it! I knew she was scared about something, and it should have crossed my mind.” He growled as he threw himself on the sofa, opposite Doug, gripping his head with his hands, his shoulders stiff and rigid with frustration. “I need to know who the bastard was, that’s all.” Jones’ tone turned quiet and severe. “I just need to get my hands on him so that I can wring his neck.”
“Patience, mate. Let’s find out what it was first before we go all Rambo and start accusing innocent people. Maybe it was a simple bag snatch,” Doug reasoned.
“No. It was more than that. I can feel it.”
“Pete?”
Jones jumped up off the sofa so fast that he bumped the coffee table, spilling the untouched drinks Doug had poured them earlier.
“Val!” He rushed over to her, as she stood in the doorway looking at Doug uncertainly.
“He’s my partner, Doug,” Jones told her as he led her into the room, keeping his hand on her back, guiding her. He looked her up and down, trying to assess if there was more damage than the doctor had told him about. He couldn’t imagine that she was okay when she’d been pale and unresponsive not more than an hour ago. He never wanted to see her looking like that again… ever!
“Did the doctor
He couldn’t even find out who the fuck had done that to her because she’d passed out from shock. Jones had been so scared for her, so he’d called a doctor to come and check. He didn’t know if she was injured or not. The bastard could have done anything to her for all he knew, he just hoped that it wasn’t serious. What confused him was why the hell she’d fainted like that?
Jones carried her into his place and had taken her directly to the first bedroom he’d come to. He’d struggled with the apartment door and her bags, while juggling her lifeless-seeming body and his anger. He couldn’t get the image of her pressed against the wall out of his mind as he had held her, marveling at how well she fit into his arms. She was so light, weighing almost nothing and it frightened him when he remembered how the guy had her pressed against the wall like a rag-doll.
****
20:10 p.m. October 13, 2004
Doug had come over. He was watching Jones as he refused to stop pacing the living room, walking around the furniture like a trapped tiger. His stormy eyes’ visage was enough to warn anyone off from talking to him, anyone but Doug.
“Can you sit the fuck down?” Doug said again for the fifth time since he’d walked through the door.
Jones didn’t answer, giving him a ‘shut-the-fuck-up’ look.
“Doc, what’s wrong with her?” Jones asked, barely giving the doctor a chance to place his bag on the floor next to the living room door.
“She’s a little shook up,” he told Jones, “A mild shock, that’s about all. No other injuries as you suspected,” the doctor continued.
“So how come she hasn’t woken up yet?” Jones pressed.
“I can’t be sure about that. Perhaps her subconscious is keeping her under, fear causing her body to shut down and keeping her there,” the doctor surmised, “Nothing lasting. I gave her a mild sedative, so she should sleep for a while, either way.”
“Okay. Thanks, Doc.” Jones held out his hand, grasping the doctor’s hand as he led him to the front door.
“So, what happened as far as you can tell?” Doug asked when he’d shown the doctor out and returned to the living room.
“I don’t know for sure,” Jones said, pushing his hair back with an annoyed gesture. “I was thinking she was taking too long to get back home, so I went down to see where she was. Good thing too! Some bastard had her pressed up against the fucking wall like she was nothing. He could have hurt her, and I would have been too late!”
“Hey! It’s not your fault!” Doug told him.
“She’s my responsibility! I should have thought about it! I knew she was scared about something, and it should have crossed my mind.” He growled as he threw himself on the sofa, opposite Doug, gripping his head with his hands, his shoulders stiff and rigid with frustration. “I need to know who the bastard was, that’s all.” Jones’ tone turned quiet and severe. “I just need to get my hands on him so that I can wring his neck.”
“Patience, mate. Let’s find out what it was first before we go all Rambo and start accusing innocent people. Maybe it was a simple bag snatch,” Doug reasoned.
“No. It was more than that. I can feel it.”
“Pete?”
Jones jumped up off the sofa so fast that he bumped the coffee table, spilling the untouched drinks Doug had poured them earlier.
“Val!” He rushed over to her, as she stood in the doorway looking at Doug uncertainly.
“He’s my partner, Doug,” Jones told her as he led her into the room, keeping his hand on her back, guiding her. He looked her up and down, trying to assess if there was more damage than the doctor had told him about. He couldn’t imagine that she was okay when she’d been pale and unresponsive not more than an hour ago. He never wanted to see her looking like that again… ever!
“Did the doctor
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