Her First Day (Part 16)

“By the time I woke up from that, I was tied to the couch and he was on top of me,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. Holland grabbed her right hand, giving it a light squeeze. She looked up at him, smiling weakly. She was so glad he was there. She had never been happier to see someone in her entire life when he busted through that cabin door. “You don’t have to tell us everything,” the brunette nurse said. “We just needed to know if you hit your head and how many times. We are so sorry you went through this ordeal. No woman should ever be put through this.” “Thank you,” she said, wiping the tears from her cheek. “We are going to leave you alone. We will have the doctor order those tests we need. We will get you all fixed up and out of here in no time, sweetheart,” said the nurse who had straddled her. “You get some rest. If you need anything, you make sure to push this button and one of us will come.” “Thank you again,” Missy said, stifling a yawn. The nurses and orderly left the room, leaving Holland standing next to her bed, very aware that he was still holding her hand. He loosened his grip, but Missy did not let go. She needed to comfort of her hand in his. He pulled the chair closer to her bed, sitting down. She smiled at him over at him as she fought to stay awake. He ran his thumb over knuckles until he heard her soft snores. He slipped his hand from hers, quietly standing. She immediately felt the loss of his hand in hers. She opened her eyes. “Where are you going?” “I am just going to call the office,” he said. “Go back to sleep. I won’t be gone, but a few minutes. I promise.” “Okay,” she said, rolling over on her side. She was back to sleep in a matter of seconds. He quietly slipped from the room and down the hallway. He couldn't go through this again. Sitting in a hospital room every waking moment worried about the fate of the person lying in the bed. Missy’s situation wasn't anything like his wife’s, but just being here worried was enough to bring back the flood of memories he desperately tried to forget. He ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair as he waited for the elevator doors to open. One of the nurses stepped out as he was getting ready to step on. “Leaving?” “No, just going to make a phone call to the office. I didn't want to disturb her. She is sleeping. I will be outside on the benches. If she needs me for anything, please come get me.” “I will,” she said, smiling at him. He wondered if they all thought they were together as he stepped into the elevator. The door closed behind him and he let out the breath he didn't know he had been hold in.

Her First Day (Part 15)

Missy’s body shook and bucked off the bed. Holland’s eyes widened as the one nurse climbed on top of her. “We need to get her to stop. Mr. Holland go get another nurse. Tell her we need 10ccs of Dilantin, now,” screamed the nurse. Holland stood there for a minute. His feet would not move from the floor. His eyes were wide and still staring. “Mr. Holland, did you hear me. We need that medicine now, before we are unable to bring her out of this.” “Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he said, coming out of his fear induced trance. He went from the room making a right toward the nurse’s station. He spotted one of them before he made it all the way there. “Miss?” “What can I help you with?” asked the young brunette. “Room 302, she is having a bad seizure. The nurses already in there asked that I come and get someone and tell them they need 10ccs of Dilantin.” “I will be right in with it,” she said hurrying to the desk. Opening the bottom left hand drawer, she pulled out a vial and needle. Stabbing the top of the vial, she pulled the plunder of the needle, filling it with the medication. She put the vial in her pocket and followed Holland down the hall. Entering the room, she could see they were in a dire situation. This was one of the worst ones she had seen happen. She grabbed the IV, inserting the needed into it, she administered the medicine. They watched as she continued to shake and buck. “Why aren't you giving her more?” Holland asked in a panic. “Give it a minute. It takes a minute to infiltrate her system,” said the brunette who administered the medicine. Missy’s body began to calm down. The bucking stopped all together. The shaking began to slow. Her eyes fluttered open and she calmed down. The nurse, who had straddled her, went over to her. Taking the dowel from her mouth. “Missy? Can you hear me?” “Hmmm,” she said. “Missy, I need you to answer me in a sentence. Can you hear me?” “Yes, I can,” she croaked out. Her throat dry and scratchy from the ordeal. “Good, we have a question for you. Have you ever had a seizure before?” “No, why do you ask?” “Because you just had one. A bad one. You gave us quite a scare here.” “Sorry,” she said, absently rubbing her throat. Holland poured her a glass of water, handing it to her. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” he said, giving her a weak smile. “There is no reason to be sorry. We are just going to have to run some more test before we let you go home. During your ordeal with Mr. Farmer were you knocked on the head?” “Yes. He slammed my head into the dashboard. I was knocked out until we got wherever it was he took me. Then I remember hitting my head again when we got to the cabin.”

Her First Day (Part 14)

He went back in the room with Missy. She never stirred. He plopped down in the chair next to the bed, running his hands through his hair. He watched her as she slept wrapped in the thin sheet. He grabbed the folded up blanket from the bottom of the bottom of the bed, spreading it out over her. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself. He fell asleep watching over her. The toll of the day overtaking his body. He was shaken awake by the orderly he saw in the hallway. “Hey,” he said. “Hey,” he said, stretching. “What’s going on?” “Come in the hallway with me, so we don’t disturb her.” “Yeah, sure,” he said, looking at Missy. They walked into the hallway. Holland wiped the sleep from his eyes. “I have an update for you on the other orderly and Farmer.” “Okay.” “Unfortunately, the orderly did not pull through. The gunshot pierced his lung. We got here too late. Farmer, however, did pull through. He is out of surgery and in ICU at the moment. The cops will be charging him with murder and as soon as he is able to be moved, he will be going to the jail infirmary. We do not want him here. They will be taking over his care there and if he doesn’t make it, then it isn’t our problem,” he said with a grin and a shrug. “I am sorry that you friend didn’t make it. He seemed to be a nice guy. What was his name?” “Chad Davis. He just graduated college. He was only here for two weeks.” “Jesus,” Holland said, running his hands over his face. Did he have a family?” “No, he was only twenty four. He was a great guy. We went to the same college.” “Andrew?” they heard coming from the room. “I am right here, Missy. I’ll be right there,” he said, looking back into the room. “I am sorry. Thank you for letting me know.” “You’re welcome. Let me check her vitals while I am here,” he said, following Holland back into the room. “Hi, Missy. My name is Claude. I am going to check your vitals, okay?” “Yes,” she said. “Okay, can you turn your arm with your palm facing up for me, so I can check your pulse?” “Sure,” she said, doing as he said. He placed his forefinger and middle finger on her wrist. He felt her pulse suddenly pick up. Looking at her, he watched as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. “No, no, no,” he said as her body begin to convulse. Holland sat there stunned. “Get me something to put in her mouth, quickly.” Holland ran from the room to the nurse’s station. Two nurses followed him. One had a wooden dowel in her hand. She forced Missy’s mouth open and placed it between her teeth. One nurse laid across her legs, while the orderly tried to hold her down. Holland stood back and watched in fear.

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Her First Day (Part 13)

                He passed the cops, heading straight for Missy’s room. His heart was in his throat. There was an orderly coming out of her room.

                “What’s going on?” asked Holland, out of breath.

                “He escaped.”

                “What happen?”

                “The cop undid his cuffs, so he could use the bathroom. He grabbed his gun and took off. We don’t know where he is,” he said.

                “Shit,” he said. “Is she okay?”

                “Yeah, I just checked her room out. She is sound asleep still and he is nowhere to be found. Go in there and lock the door. He won’t be able to get in.”

                “Okay, thank you,” Holland said, walking past the orderly. He heard a shot ring out. He turned in time to see Farmer walking toward him, gun pointed his way. The orderly was on the ground. His green scrubs quickly turning brown. Holland walked into the room, closing the door and turning the lock, hoping it would keep the two of them safe. He heard someone yelling at Farmer, another shot ringing out. He looked toward Missy. She stirred, but did not wake up. He hoped she remained asleep until this was all over. He heard Farmer yelling. He knew he would get in that room. He had to get Missy out of there. He looked out the window, seeing the roof top to the wing below them. He stood on the chair opening the window. Knowing there was no way he could carry her out the window and onto the rooftop, he utilized her sleeping state to move her into the bathroom, locking to door behind them. He heard another shot ring out against the door. The second door in the bathroom lead into the next room. He undid the lock and looked into an empty room. He heard Farmer cursing, believing they went out the open window. He heard another two shots as Farmer pulled the trigger out the window. There was a scuffle and another shot fired. He placed Missy on the empty bed. He clicked the lock to the door of the empty room, hoping no one heard it. Going back through the bathroom, he listened with his ear against the door. When he didn’t hear anything, he quietly opened the door. The room was empty. There was no sign of Farmer or anyone else. The door had a sizeable hole in it and there was blood on the floor. A lot of blood. Whomever had been shot was bleeding badly. He went out into the hallway. He saw a doctor, a couple of nurses and an orderly working on the fallen orderly.

                “Where is Farmer?” he asked.

                “They just rushed him down to the OR. An officer shot him. They are unsure of his condition and don’t even know if he will make it. Personally, I hope he doesn’t,” said the orderly. “Where is the patient he was after?”

                “In the next room,” Holland said. “I got her out in time.”

                “Good, keep her in there. Her room is a mess.”

                “Yeah, she slept through it all.”

                “She never needs to know what happened. Go back in with her. We will update you as soon as we know anything.”

                “Thanks.”

Her First Day (Part 12)

"I will be careful. Please let me know when they take him out of here. I don't want her to worry about being attacked again when she wakes up," Holland said.
"I will do that," he said. Holland turned, waking toward the lobby doors. He needed to call the office and let them know what happened. He was sure he was going to need one of his colleagues to help him when the time came. He walked out the door, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He took another to steady himself. The days events were taking a toll on him. He needed to relax, but he was not so sure that was going to happen until he knew Farmer was gone. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the office. The other end rang three times before being picked up.
"Thank you for calling the offices of Smith and Holland. Chasity speaking, how may I direct your call?"
"Hi, Chasity. It is Andrew. Let me speak to Mike, please? Tell him it is important."
"Oh, hi Mr. Holland. I will transfer you right over."
"Thanks" he said, hearing the hold music a second later. 'We really need to change this music. Our poor clients ears are suffering,' he thought while waiting.
"Mike Smith," he heard the baritone voice say from the other end.
"Mike, it's Andrew. We have a problem."
"What's going on?"
"Well, a few things. You know the new hire we have? Missy?"
"Yes. We acquired her from Farmer and Sons. She has an impressive track record."
"She does, but there was a problem at Farmer and Sons that just traveled through to us. It seems Edwin was obsessed with her to the point of stalking her."
"Are you kidding?"
"No, he kidnapped her today. It just so happened that I seen him do it. I followed them to a remote location that he had all set up for her. I am not sure if he planned to take her life, but he was definitely planning on raping her."
"Jesus. Where is she now?"
"In the hospital. He beat her up pretty badly. She is resting now."
"Where is he?"
"That is why I am calling. I beat him up, badly. He is in the hospital and they will be taking him to the police station. There is talk that he wants to press charges against me."
"Don't worry about that. You will be represented by me. If he does press charges, then we will do the same on behalf of Missy. He will not get anywhere near her again. I am filing a restraining order against him as soon as we hang up."
"For some reason, I don't think a restraining order will stop him." 
"I don't either. I will place a call to our security firm and get a couple of our best guys on it."
"Thanks, Mike," he said, walking back toward the building. Three cops rushed past him. His breath caught in his chest. He sprinted into the building.

Her First Day (Part 11)

She was moved to another floor. Holland was told he needed to wait outside the room until they got her settled. He paced the hallway. He could not take it. He wanted to be in there if she woke up. The nurses and orderlies walked out of the room. He rushed in to see she was still sleeping. He breathed a sigh of relief. He sat in the blue chair next to her bed. He watched her as she slept. She finally awoke after two hours.
"Hey," he said, as she rolled to look at him.
"Hi, Mr. Holland."
"Please, after the ordeal we went through today, you can call me Andrew or Andy."
"Okay, Andrew. Thank you for saving me. If you didn't show up, I don't know how far he would have done or how far he would have gone," she said, as a tear escaped her eye. She quickly wiped it away.
"Don't think about that," he said, reaching for her hand. She allowed him to take it. He ran his thumb along her knuckles, comforting her.
"I can't help it. He was going to rape me and may have killed me, if you didn't find us. I can't thank you enough," she said yawning. Sleep was overtaking her again.
"You need to rest," he said, bringing her hand his lips. He lightly kissed her knuckles. She fell asleep to the feel of his lips lightly grazing her knuckles. He waited to hear her breathing even out before he let go of her hand. He got up and left the room. What she said resonated in him. He was going to confront Farmer. Farmer needed to know he meant business. If he so much as called her again, he would be dealing with him again.  He did not want that. Holland was not going to let anything else happen to her. He would hire security for her. She would have twenty four hour protection on his dime. Farmer would never be able to get anywhere near her again. If he happened to slip by his security detail, he would be dealing with him again. And this time, he wouldn't make it to the hospital.
Holland stalked his way down the curtained wall toward Farmer's room. He found cops standing guard and Farmer screaming. They had cuffed him to the bed. He was not going to be going anywhere. The orderly who approached him when he first arrived came up to him.
"He won't be bothering her anytime soon."
"Thank you. Please make sure he doesn't escape."
"He won't. As soon as he gets the all clear from the doctor, he is headed straight to jail."
"Good. There is no better place for him. His father will get him out within hours. I am sure of it, but she will have around the clock security by that time. He will never get near her again."
"With the damage he did to her, he doesn't need to get to her. Listen, I heard him screaming, he may press charges against you. If I were you, I would steer clear of him until he leaves here."