The window was practically painted shut and she knew she wouldn’t be able to open it in a hurry. Steve was sat there, like a statue, staring at the blood on his hands – the blood he’d just wiped from his eyes. She didn’t want to hurt him and she was scared to fuck because she has no idea what he’s going to do next.
“Steve? Steve? Are you okay?”
“Jean… I don’t know Jean. I feel… weird. It’s like my whole body is aching, like it’s screaming at me and I don’t know how to make it stop. My eyes Jean, my eyes. I can barely see.”
“I’ll call an ambulance. Do you want me to do that? I’ll call and someone can come help, someone might be able to help you but I don’t think that’s me Steve.”
“I don’t know if anyone can help. I’m scared. So scared.”
“Me too, me too.”
Jean slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out her mobile. She called 999 and asked for an ambulance. They asked her what the problem was and she had no damn idea what to say.
“I don’t- it’s my friend. He’s bleeding from his eyes, I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“Okay Ma’am if you could stay calm an ambulance is on its way.”
“Calm? How can I stay calm? He bit him, the bastard bit my fucking friend I mean who does that?! Now he looks like he’s dying, I can’t tell if he’s in pain and crying because of all the blood…”
“Sorry Ma’am, someone will be there in ten minutes. Just hold on and help will be there.”
Steve looked up harshly and stared at her, he looked straight into her eyes and her heart stopped. He looked her up and down, appraising every inch of her and it terrified her. He slowly inched towards her, his movements were jerky and it looked like it hurt. She tried to step back but hit the wall, she had nowhere else to go and her office was so small she knew she wouldn’t be able to run past him to escape. Escape, she was thinking about how to escape her good friend Steve she has no idea how this happened. There’s a look on his face, like the agony suddenly got worse and then he let out a scream and turned sharply and ran away.
Jean collapsed to her floor, finally breathing and sobbing so hard it hurt. She wanted to get up, to run, to get in her car and leave town but she couldn’t. She was paralysed, frozen, and not even able to shout for help. She looked at her mobile in her hand and saw she was still on the phone to 999. She used all of her energy to move her hand next to her ear and heard a woman asking if anyone was still there. She didn’t understand how the disembodied voice on the other end could be so calm in the face of it all. It was then that she realised that the woman didn’t know, she didn’t really get it I mean how could she. This was just happening to her, her patient and Steve. She really was living in her own little world. But Steve had escaped. He’d gotten out.
“I’m sorry, the person I called the ambulance for has left, he ran off…”
“I see. Do you know where they went?”
“No I don’t… but I might need the ambulance to pick up a body.”
“A body ma’am?”
“Yeah a patient of mine, he came in with a bug and then he just collapsed and died and I don’t know why and god I’m so scared. I haven’t even had a coffee. Isn’t that stupid? There’s a dead man on my office floor and here’s me thinking of my caffeine intake.”
“Everyone deals with things differently.”
“Really? Well how the fuck do I deal with this.”
“The ambulance has arrived. Good luck ma’am. Goodbye.”
She dropped the phone to the ground as the woman on the other end of the line hung up. She looked up to see two shocked and confused paramedics stood at her door. She opened her mouth to explain but quickly closed it when she realised she really couldn’t. Instead all that came out was,