April ran down the streets of Brooklyn looking for a local hospital, clinic, or some place that could help Jet. There was not a hospital in sight and her external communication system was damaged preventing access to her mapping interface. Moments later she spotted an animal clinic; she noticed a sign that said the surgeon was on staff and barged in.
“I need a doctor,” April said.
The receptionist glanced at Jet with the knife sticking out of her back.
“What happened? Come back here,” the receptionist said.
Delta followed the woman into the back of the animal hospital. Dogs barked at the intrusion. She laid Jet on a metal table.
“She needs help,” April said, pointing to the knife.
Moments later, an older man came into the room and examined Jet. Jet’s shirt was wet, and blood oozed out of her.
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“We need to stop the bleeding, but she needs a proper hospital. We run an animal clinic. There is little I can do for her here,” the doctor said.
Another woman in her early twenties entered the room with fresh towels and started preparing a tray on wheels. April watched as the woman laid out several surgical instruments.
“Help her, doctor, I don’t want her to die,” April pleaded with the veterinarian.
A hand squeezed April’s shoulder. It was the receptionist.
“You need to give the doctor space,” she told April. “He cannot operate with you hovering over him like that. Besides, you need to give a statement to the police.”
“Police?” April said in a frightened voice.
“Yes, you were involved in a crime, and the police need to take a statement so they can find the person responsible.”
“You will not call the police. The doctor is going to help my friend, and then we are going to leave,” Delta said in a menacing tone.
The receptionist’s eyes widened. She looked as if she’d seen a ghost.
“I’m scared,” April said as the tears flowed.
The receptionist gave April a tissue, but still looked like she thought April was going to attack her.
“I just got her back, and I can’t lose her,” April cried.
“It’s okay, Dr. Maxwell is taking care of her. I won’t let anything happen to her,” the receptionist said while looking longingly at the phone.