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commotion and made a beeline for them.
“Henry! Let go!” Geoff was pulling on his arm, but his grip was so strong that nothing could pry him off. “Henry! Come on, man! Shit! Vanessa! Call 911!”
After several attempts to pry his fingers from Mike’s throat, Geoff finally got him to let go. Mike was gasping for air, and had pissed his pants. Geoff grabbed Henry and pulled him to his office.
“You stay here! I will be back.” Henry sat down in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. He rubbed his face and discovered that he had blood all over his hands.
“Shit.” He felt around, looking for the source of blood, and remembered hitting his head somewhere around his temple area. He growled when he touched the spot.
The door swung open several minutes later and there was Geoff, along with an EMT. He dropped Henry’s backpack on the floor next to him. “He’s going to check you out real quick. He only has a few seconds. The other EMT is wrapping up Mike.” Henry nodded. The EMT looked over his head wound.
“Hmmm…just a small gash. I would suggest that you get it stitched up and get checked for a concussion, but I can’t transport you. We need to transport the other guy.” The EMT left the office in haste. Geoff handed him a towel for his wound.
“What the fuck was that? Did you snap or something?” Henry shook his head, while pressing a towel to the gash. “Your face was blank. It was fucking mental, brother.”
“I’m sorry. He just took me by surprise and I retaliated. He yanked me off the treadmill after you walked away.” Geoff stood with his hands on his hips, frowning.
“Are you some fucking bionic man or something? How the hell did you do that? The EMT’s think you crushed his larynx. They had to trach him.” Henry shut his eyes for a second, wishing he hadn’t done what he did.
“Christ. I didn’t mean for that to happen. He fucking attacked me, though. Let’s just say my self-defense training goes far deeper than you realize.”
“Remind me not to piss you off.”
“Suppose I need to find another gym.” Henry sighed, feeling sick about what had unfolded.
“No. You’re cool. He’s the one who initiated things and attacked you. The way I look at it, you were defending yourself. It may have been a little over the top, but…meh. We’re cool. I’m revoking Mike’s membership, though. This wasn’t his first scuffle here. Police will be here soon so sit tight. I’m going to get you a wet cloth so can clean up your head some.”
“Fuck me. Just what I need.”
Geoff patted Henry on the shoulder. “Relax. It’ll be fine. Let me do most of the talking.” Henry nodded. What Geoff didn’t realize was that Henry could talk himself out of most situations, but he was going to allow Geoff to do most of the talking this time.
Henry grabbed his phone out of his backpack.
“New York Blood Bank.”
“Jennifer. It’s Henry.”
“Hey, bossman! What’s going on? Will you be running late today?”
Henry sighed. “You could say that. I’m in a bit of a pickle right now. I may not be in until later, if at all. Are Steve and Sandy both in?”
“Yeah. Why? What’s going on?” She sounded genuinely concerned. She adored Henry and enjoyed working for him.
“I kind of got into a fight at the gym.”
“What? What do you mean kind of ? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I need a few stitches, but I fared much better than the other guy. He’s on the way to the hospital.”
“Jesus.”
“If you are the praying type, you might want to. Anyway, the transport will be in later today, around three. If I’m not in by then, go ahead and sign off on the paperwork. I have it all separated and labeled in cooler number one. If there are any issues, please call me. I will do my best to get back to you…depending on where I am.” He worried that he would be in an orange jumpsuit within the next couple hours.
“All right, bossman.” Geoff and a police officer walked into the office.
“Henry! Let go!” Geoff was pulling on his arm, but his grip was so strong that nothing could pry him off. “Henry! Come on, man! Shit! Vanessa! Call 911!”
After several attempts to pry his fingers from Mike’s throat, Geoff finally got him to let go. Mike was gasping for air, and had pissed his pants. Geoff grabbed Henry and pulled him to his office.
“You stay here! I will be back.” Henry sat down in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. He rubbed his face and discovered that he had blood all over his hands.
“Shit.” He felt around, looking for the source of blood, and remembered hitting his head somewhere around his temple area. He growled when he touched the spot.
The door swung open several minutes later and there was Geoff, along with an EMT. He dropped Henry’s backpack on the floor next to him. “He’s going to check you out real quick. He only has a few seconds. The other EMT is wrapping up Mike.” Henry nodded. The EMT looked over his head wound.
“Hmmm…just a small gash. I would suggest that you get it stitched up and get checked for a concussion, but I can’t transport you. We need to transport the other guy.” The EMT left the office in haste. Geoff handed him a towel for his wound.
“What the fuck was that? Did you snap or something?” Henry shook his head, while pressing a towel to the gash. “Your face was blank. It was fucking mental, brother.”
“I’m sorry. He just took me by surprise and I retaliated. He yanked me off the treadmill after you walked away.” Geoff stood with his hands on his hips, frowning.
“Are you some fucking bionic man or something? How the hell did you do that? The EMT’s think you crushed his larynx. They had to trach him.” Henry shut his eyes for a second, wishing he hadn’t done what he did.
“Christ. I didn’t mean for that to happen. He fucking attacked me, though. Let’s just say my self-defense training goes far deeper than you realize.”
“Remind me not to piss you off.”
“Suppose I need to find another gym.” Henry sighed, feeling sick about what had unfolded.
“No. You’re cool. He’s the one who initiated things and attacked you. The way I look at it, you were defending yourself. It may have been a little over the top, but…meh. We’re cool. I’m revoking Mike’s membership, though. This wasn’t his first scuffle here. Police will be here soon so sit tight. I’m going to get you a wet cloth so can clean up your head some.”
“Fuck me. Just what I need.”
Geoff patted Henry on the shoulder. “Relax. It’ll be fine. Let me do most of the talking.” Henry nodded. What Geoff didn’t realize was that Henry could talk himself out of most situations, but he was going to allow Geoff to do most of the talking this time.
Henry grabbed his phone out of his backpack.
“New York Blood Bank.”
“Jennifer. It’s Henry.”
“Hey, bossman! What’s going on? Will you be running late today?”
Henry sighed. “You could say that. I’m in a bit of a pickle right now. I may not be in until later, if at all. Are Steve and Sandy both in?”
“Yeah. Why? What’s going on?” She sounded genuinely concerned. She adored Henry and enjoyed working for him.
“I kind of got into a fight at the gym.”
“What? What do you mean kind of ? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I need a few stitches, but I fared much better than the other guy. He’s on the way to the hospital.”
“Jesus.”
“If you are the praying type, you might want to. Anyway, the transport will be in later today, around three. If I’m not in by then, go ahead and sign off on the paperwork. I have it all separated and labeled in cooler number one. If there are any issues, please call me. I will do my best to get back to you…depending on where I am.” He worried that he would be in an orange jumpsuit within the next couple hours.
“All right, bossman.” Geoff and a police officer walked into the office.
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