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other two attacked at the same time. One smacked Trevor right in the eye and the other in the stomach. Managers tasered the attackers and their bodies became immobile. Trevor turned his head and saw blood from one guy’s nose still running down his chin to the floor. Blood was also coming out of the guy that had attacked Forrest, while Gary’s white shirt didn’t contain a drop of crimson blood. Trevor’s gaze fell from Gary’s shirt to his hands, which were coated in fresh, warm blood. The envelope opener was gone. He let his eyes fall to Forrest; blood covered his torso and the floor. Trevor tried to get to him. The strength had left his body and he fell to the floor into blackness.
    When Trevor awoke he was lying in a hospital staring at the plain ceiling. His thoughts were still clouded and he thought of what had happened was a nightmare. He rolled over to tell Forrest but found monitors instead. The events came to his memory. Forrest was gone. Forrest was hurt. He sat up too fast, he swayed and his vision went black. He grabbed his head and focused on the floor. Why had this happened? Everything had taken place so rapidly.
    Dr. Taylor was a small answer to his prayers. He could hear her shoes clicking on the polished floor.
    â€œMr. Wells, are you alright?” There was an edge of anxiety to her voice.
    â€œ What is going on ?!” Trevor sat up, despite the nurse’s failed attempts to push him down.
    Dr. Taylor motioned for another nurse to bring her a chair. “I need you to calm down.”
    â€œHow can I? Forrest was stabbed! Where is he?!”
    â€œPlease lie back down. The doctor has to make sure you’re alright.” Leslie placed a hand on his arm. The doctor stepped forward and lifted this shirt to examine his stomach. Trevor wanted to fight them, to break free and find Forrest. His heart beat like a commanding drum before battle. The one thought that prevented him from tearing his way through the hospital ward was Sarah.
    â€œMr. Evans was rushed to Saint Joseph’s.”
    â€œHe was bleeding all over.”
    â€œI’m sorry, I don’t know his condition.”
    â€œDoes anyone?” Trevor looked up at the doctor. He shook his head. Another nurse called out for him. He hastily vanished, leaving Trevor’s stomach still exposed. Leslie gingerly reached up and pulled his T-shirt back down. Trevor felt her cool fingers brush against his skin. A rosy hue burned across her ivory cheekbones.
    â€œI will find out anything I can,” her voice grew soft.
    Her eyes focused on her hands in her lap. Trevor had never thought Dr. Taylor truly wanted to help him until this moment. He could almost see her inner struggle. She tried to keep the lines of professionalism separate from genuine feelings of concern.
    â€œI trust you will, Dr. Taylor.”
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    Trevor didn’t have to spend hours wondering about Forrest. He didn’t even have to wait until he got back to his cell. The large muscular presence of an African American man said everything. He turned gracefully, yet slowly like a large elephant toward Trevor. He had a blank expression so any hint of personality was carefully hidden.
    The man had been rearranging his belongings where Forrest’s had been. He sat down on the bed when Trevor entered. Trevor held the man’s gaze, which was kind but sturdy. The massive size of his body was not because of fat, but 100 percent muscle. He reminded Trevor of an ancient Greek god. That is when Trevor realized he had seen him before, in seminars with Dr. Stout.
    Trevor saw the few belongings of the man where Forrest’s had been. Why had he gotten this new roommate so quickly? All the other times it had taken weeks.
    â€œHey,” Trevor didn’t know exactly what to say.
    â€œHello,” the deep baritone voice replied. “Blaine Martin.”
    â€œTrevor Wells.” The large black hand