The clinic's reception area looked empty. I checked in quickly at the front desk and then turned, glancing around the room. Recognition exploded in my head as my eyes locked with those of the man in the corner, half-hidden behind the water cooler. Shock waves shot down my spine, sending icy tingles through extremities to fingers and toes.
Images I had long since tried to block out flooded back: dim flickering lights; the dripping knife; the pool of blood; and through blurred vision, his ferocious gaze, teeth bared. "It can't be," I thought.
I had left him for dead.
Images I had long since tried to block out flooded back: dim flickering lights; the dripping knife; the pool of blood; and through blurred vision, his ferocious gaze, teeth bared. "It can't be," I thought.
I had left him for dead.
