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away Mike glided forward with silent steps. He set his gear down and knelt in front of me.
                  “Hello, Miss Sweet. Can you tell me your first name?”
                  “Emari.” Like the nail file.
                  “Emari.” Like most people, Mike had to roll my name around in his head a couple of times. “Well, Emari, I just need to do a basic exam, to make sure you’re ready to go to the hospital, okay?” Calm, quiet reassurance filled his voice. I nodded my agreement and Jesse reluctantly moved away to give Mike room to take my vitals.
                  Mike’s pen light jabbed like ice picks into my eyes and when he leaned closer to me to check my ears, a rogue whimper escaped my throat. He backed away, showed me his hands. “I apologize, Miss Sweet. I’ll explain everything I’m doing, and touch you as little as possible.”
                  I nodded and he smiled apologetically.
                  “Did you hit your head?” he asked nodding at the stained t-shirt.
                  “No. He hit my head.” I didn’t know why I felt the undeniable need to be specific.
                  “Can I take a look?”
                  Another silent nod.
                  He gently moved the wadded up t-shirt from the gash at the back of my head to get a quick look at the wound. “Ouch,” he hissed quietly through his teeth. “Did you lose consciousness?”
                  “I think so. I don’t—remember—a lot.”
                  “Well, you’ve lost a lot of blood, but head wounds bleed a lot.”
                  “Yeah. I’ve heard. First Aid 101.”
                  Mike gave a small laugh. “Pretty much. But let me know right away if your head starts to hurt worse or you start to feel faint or anything, all right?”
                  I nodded and allowed the corner of my mouth to twitch up, but it took too much effort to pretend to be tough. I fell back into silence.
                  Officer Elliot continued questioning Jesse and scribbled notes in her note pad. She paused, her left arm rested on her radio with her note pad in her hand, and her right hand, pen protruding, rested on her holster. Such a cop kind of pose, I mused in a lame attempt to distract myself. She glanced over at me and asked Jesse another question that froze his restless fidgeting. He threw an anguished glance at me. Deep lines corrugated his brow, he closed his eyes and turned away, nodded helplessly.
                  My heart raced, air ripped from my lungs as my eyes drifted over Jesse from head to toe for the first time. I choked on a strangled yelp, utterly horrified by what I saw. Blood, my blood, smeared on his face, hands and shirt. “Jess!” I wailed. He flew to my side.
                  “What? What?” he begged, and clasped my hands.
                  “I bled all over you.”
                  Jesse looked down at himself, noticed the blood and grimaced, but quickly rearranged his features. “No sweat, Sweets. It’ll wash. Okay?”
                  I nodded. “How’s Baby? She hasn’t seen you, has she? She’s gonna freak if she sees you.”
                  “Not yet, but I think she’s already freakin’ out out there.”
                  “I need her. Will you tell her to come to the hospital after work?”
                  “I’ll make sure she knows. I doubt she’ll wait ‘til after work, though. She’ll tell Collin where to ram it first.”
                  Jesse squeezed my hand and retreated again with Officer Elliot. My eyes remained locked on his face. For the moment, he was the only familiar anchor I had, despite the unfamiliar expressions that darkened his eyes.
                  The gurney