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they tried the same shit. That should have been their first sign to run. They must be doing OK, though. Nal hasn’t mentioned them since.
    I grab a cup of coffee and sit back down. “Nancy was one of the first girls to work for Nal. She’s in charge of making sure the girls knew what’s expected.” I take a sip of my drink. “Hurting the girls is firmly in the list of shit I’m not willing to do for him.” Ever.
    I can’t say that I haven’t hurt a few over the years, but that is more a byproduct of sharing a body with a demon than anything I’ve done on my own. I have no control in those times, so I don’t count them.
    “Does the killing ever bother you?”
    “Not really. Nal and I have a decent working arrangement. I only kill the guys who really deserve it. Normally just the pieces of shit that would have rotted in prison before the Rising.” Not saying he didn’t try to expand my horizons, but I think he knew better than to push the issue.
    “Isn’t he the type of guy you would normally kill, though?” She sits up on the edge of her chair and looks me in the eyes. “I mean, isn’t he one of those guys who would have been in prison before?”
    “He is, and he isn’t. Nal is different than the rest of his kind. He actually has respect for human life. The human life that doesn’t try to fuck him over, anyways. If Nancy ever needed anything, Nal would be the first to make sure she was taken care of.” He is like that with everyone who worked for him.
    She must be content with my answers because goes back to reading her magazine. Taking the opportunity, I kick op on a neighboring chair and close my eyes for a few moments of shut-eye.
    That’s about all I get before being woke up by two ambulance drivers rushing a patient inside, shouting about a half dozen codes, and calling for three different medicines that I’ve never heard of. And morphine. I know all about morphine.
    I stand up as the smell of burnt hair hits my nose. I look around for the source of the smell, but I can’t seem to place it. “You smell that?”
    She nods, not even bothering to lift her nose out of the magazine.
    “I’m going to step outside to clear my head for a few.”
    I shake my head and make for the door. I am greeted with the putrid smell of old cigarettes when it slides open. If my dislike of doctor bills was reason number one for hating hospitals, the smell of cigarette smoke is a close second. They have signs put up all over the place directed to the smoking areas, but they never seem to enforce it unless someone gets loud. Even then, it only lasts until they need another one.
    Besides the smell, the air outside nice and cool. Though I’ll be firmly in the bitching about it camp in a few weeks when summer finally sets in. Late spring is probably my favorite time of year. It is too early to need to cut the grass every week, but too late to have to wake up early to warm up the car in the morning.
    There aren’t a lot of cars around in the parking lot. I haven’t had to spend any time in a hospital since the Rising, but it still strikes me as odd. Before, you would have been lucky to find a parking spot closer than a quarter mile away. Now you could probably just park at the bottom of the circle and as long as an ambulance could fit, they wouldn’t give two shakes.
    I walk down the sidewalk and pull out my phone. I try to call Nal but I get his voice mail, so I tell him about my trip up north and how I got Nancy out of there. I also let him know where she is so he can stop in and visit. Before I can put the phone back in my pocket it rings.
    Sara.
    “They have Nancy all stitched up and in a room now.”
    “I’ll be right there.” I the phone in my pocket and make my way back inside the hospital.
    I walk in the door and see Sara waiting by the counter for me. Nurse gives me directions to the room and opens the door for us.
    Walking down the hallway, I can’t help but to peek in at the patients in their rooms.