Читать книгу Intensive Care Crisis - Karen Kirst - Страница 9

The hair on Audrey’s arms stood to attention.

“Hello?”

Something hard and unyielding came up and over her head and pressed against her throat, cutting off her air supply. Silencing her. The scrubs slipped from her fingers. Reaching up, she gripped the stick. Can’t breathe.

She couldn’t dislodge it. He was immovable, her captor, his arms and chest forming a vise around her.

Dots danced in her vision. She struggled. Writhed. Kicked. Her lungs stretched to the bursting point.

Audrey reached up to claw at his face. If she could gouge his eyes—

He increased the pressure, consciousness ebbed.

Suddenly, shouts pierced the black cloud. The arms around her went slack.

Audrey swayed and fell to her knees. A scuffle ensued between her attacker and would-be rescuer. In the murky light, she recognized the stark white dressing on the second man’s arm.

He shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be engaging a murderer in his condition, most likely the same man who tried to kill him mere days ago.

“Julian,” Audrey gasped.