Richard fumbled behind him to put his hand on Alex’s shoulder, squeezing it to urge her not to say anything else. His gaze stayed focused on the spot where that bedraggled little face had been. That same visceral instinct ignited, filling him with a pure, burning rage that felt like it was charring his insides.
He wished he believed in Hell. Some people deserved to burn.
“It’s okay—you’re safe.” He assured her, reaching the bottom of the stairs and shifting the flashlight beam to make sure he didn’t shine it in her eyes if she stuck her head out again. “I told you, I’m a doctor. Doctors have to make a promise that says as much, did you know that?”
He passed the light to Alex carefully, then moved slowly towards the bed. He made sure his footsteps made noise as he came to a stop about two feet from the bed and sank into a crouch.
“They swear an oath to do no harm, actually. It’s much more serious than a promise. And I can’t break it—my friend over here is watching very carefully. I would get in trouble...her name is Alex by the way, and I’m Dr. Strand.”
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He wished he believed in Hell. Some people deserved to burn.
“It’s okay—you’re safe.” He assured her, reaching the bottom of the stairs and shifting the flashlight beam to make sure he didn’t shine it in her eyes if she stuck her head out again. “I told you, I’m a doctor. Doctors have to make a promise that says as much, did you know that?”
He passed the light to Alex carefully, then moved slowly towards the bed. He made sure his footsteps made noise as he came to a stop about two feet from the bed and sank into a crouch.
“They swear an oath to do no harm, actually. It’s much more serious than a promise. And I can’t break it—my friend over here is watching very carefully. I would get in trouble...her name is Alex by the way, and I’m Dr. Strand.”