The skinny, long-nosed nurse smiled and handed Evvi a copy of her release forms. As she padded across the floor in those blue slippers, Evvi set the papers down, jumped up behind her, and locked her in a chokehold.
The nurse swatted and clawed at Evvi’s arms, leaving long angry scratches.
“Shh, shh. There, there.” Evvi gritted her teeth and tightened her hold.
The nurse’s body went limp. Evvi sighed with relief and curled her toes against the cold linoleum. She kept an eye on the door, switched clothes, and tucked the nurse into bed.
Smoothing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Evvi slipped out the room and passed the bulky officer waiting for her.
Detective Parker and two suited women stood at the end of the hall. Evvi turned her face away and jabbed the elevator button. ‘C’mon, c’mon.’ Was it just her, or was Parker staring daggers at her back?
“Stop that nurse!”
Evvi bolted away from the elevator. She shoved past people who were bleeding, crying, and dying.
Her heart pounded as she darted around a corner. She collided into a hard body. Papers flew into the air. As they showered down, she pressed on.
Another nurse pushed a gurney out in front of her. Evvi flipped over it and crashed to the floor. Crying out, she hauled herself back up and ran with the pain.
An old man got in her way. They did a little dance until Evvi grabbed his shoulders and flung him aside. He fell with a thud and an oof! She slammed through doors, sprinted down brightly-lit hallways, and stumbled into a dark room to hide.
Stampede after stampede rushed past the door. She slid along the wall, putting some distance yet ready to strike if anyone came in. Minutes passed. Her heartbeat slowed down. She’d wait here for a little while before going back out there.
How could Rodney put her in this predicament?
He’d been selfish and greedy his whole life, but he’d always come through in the end. Never would Evvi have thought he’d betray her. Whether or not she was rising through the ranks faster than him — whether or not Boss Man Turner was trusting her with more assignments — there was no excuse for her own brother to hurt her like this.
The door creaked open.
Sonya nominated me for the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge — I’ll continue to thank her ever so kindly! If anyone hasn’t read her stories, you’re missing out. While she completed her series, this is my third entry (click here for part 1 and here for part 2). Also, check out Ella aka Jumbleskine’s first entry and Jessica’s second entry.
The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to . . .
- Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.
- The story can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph — it’s entirely up to you.
- Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge. Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command.
Today, I nominate Stomperdad who entertains me with his posts to no end.