People rushed in from all sides – nurses, a gynecologist, even one of the janitors. No one could prise her grip from the man’s neck.
“Get lost,” he croaked, a grin on his face.
“The key to set my child free. Now. Or so help me god I’ll ...”
She could feel the vibrations of his laughter through his larynx. Her grip tightened. Something cracked under the pressure, his eyes bulged. The small crowd moved back. A bad smell. She looked down. His bowels .... and the key.