eyes were now closed, locked in pain and Amy fretted over whether she’d done the right thing to move him. Maybe her cousin could have just met them there? It was too late now either way.
Retrieving her cell phone and taking a moment to catch her breath, Amy called her cousin to let him know she was coming. As usual she got his voicemail.
“Hi, Matt. It’s Amy. Look I’m coming in with an…emergency. But it’s a bit unusual. I’m sorry to put you out…I’ll explain more when I get there.”
Amy hoped that he got the message before she arrived and felt guilty about putting him out so late at night. She knew she’d definitely have to make it up to him.
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Driving as quickly as she could, Amy headed for her cousin’s veterinary practice, hoping against hope that he was there working late as he did most nights. A strong work ethic seemed to flow in her family.
All the while Josh moaned and writhed on the back seat and Amy felt her heart racing at the terrifying prospect that either he’d pass out, or the police would pull her over and his cover would be blown.
Pulling up at the vets, Amy drove her car up on to the sidewalk not caring about any potential damage to the paint work.
She ran inside, knowing she didn’t have the strength to move Josh a second time.
“I got your message, what’s wrong?” Matt asked, already waiting for her in the modest lobby area. The bags beneath his eyes told her this wasn’t the only night he’d worked late that week.
“Come to the car,” Amy said quickly.
Matt followed, confused as to why his cousin was so flustered. As far as he knew she didn’t even own a pet.
“Can you help me get him inside?” Amy asked over her shoulder as she threw open the back doors to her car.
“Oh wait…” Matt began to back off, holding his hands out before him. “If you knocked this guy over I’m not helping you patch him up. You need to go to the cops.”
“I didn’t knock him over!” Amy said, appalled at the suggestion. “And if I had, I certainly wouldn’t bring him here to be patched up! You’ve been watching too many TV dramas!”
“So what happened to the guy?” Matt cautiously approached the car and glanced inside.
“I don’t know. I just found him like this on the parking lot at college. I think someone beat him up.”
“Pretty badly by the looks of it.”
Peering in, Matt attempted to make a brief assessment before glancing at the victims face and quickly pivoting around to be level with Amy.
“Is that?” he asked his voice high and excited.
“Calm down!” Amy ordered. “Yes it is. That’s why I’m here. He doesn’t want any publicity.”
“Wow, wait till the kids hear about this!”
“You can’t go telling anyone!” Amy berated. “Not even Jerry and Luca. Can I trust you?”
“Yes, of course.”
Together Amy and Matt carried Josh out of the car and into the veterinary practice. He barely moaned now, his head lolling back and forth lifelessly, like a rag doll as he was maneuvered.
Once in the examination room they lay Josh down on the hard table in the center and Matt hastily began to wash his hands in preparation.
“How long as he been like this?” he asked as he ran the tap water from the sink over his hands.
“Umm…a few hours maybe.”
“Jeeze.”
“I know.”
“Whatever happened to your campus security?”
“No idea.”
“Right, okay, I need you to hold his head up while I check his pupils.”
Amy obliged and cradled Josh’s head in her arms. It pained her to see him like this; so helpless.
“It’s going to be okay,” she reassured him, her voice soft, unsure if he could even hear her.
Matt checked Josh’s pupils which were unresponsive and then began to examine his body and the various lacerations and bruising.
“He’s been beaten up pretty bad,” Matt sighed as
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