Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story
Chapter 26: I Needed My Mommy

Chapter 26: I Needed My Mommy

I tilted my head back and clenched my teeth. If I didn’t open my mouth, I wouldn’t puke. I had to keep my mouth closed.

Given the fact that I became unconscious due to the blow to my head, I could confirm a Grade 3 concussion. However, I wasn’t experiencing any of the other side effects normally associated with it.

In fact, if it weren’t for the loss of consciousness, I would have said that I sustained a Grade 2 concussion, complete with a persistent headache, confusion, nausea, and irritability. Then again, I might just be irritable because I was kidnapped, so that symptom may or may not be related to the concussion.

"You can stop pretending; no one here feels sorry for you," snapped Ye Mei Hui as she gripped my shoulders and started shaking me again.

Jokes on her.

The movement caused my determination not to puke to backfire, and I ended up throwing up all over the girl.

She let out a high-pitched screech that caused my ears to start ringing, and she pushed me away from her, causing me to land sideways on the floor.

I kept my head up so it wouldn’t hit the floor, but the impact jarred my body.

I needed to pretend that my hands were still tied. Otherwise, they would have found the scalpel, and I would have been defenseless. I wasn’t in any state to fight them right now, so all I could do was go with the flow until my head stopped spinning.

"You bitch! You did that on purpose!" The screeching continued, and Ye Mei Hui started to kick me in the ribs and stomach to vent her anger. Man, this chick had issues.

I vomited again, this time nothing but bile coming out, but it was enough to set her off in another rage.

The guy, the one who had dealt the original blow, had had enough, and he picked up Ye Mei Hui and carried her away.

"Go take a shower and get changed. She will still be here when you are done," his tone was gentle, and I could hear the affection in his voice for the other girl. No accounting for taste, I guess.

I slowly pried my left eye open to look around the room where I was being held, expecting a warehouse or something along those lines.

Instead, I was greeted by hardwood floors under my cheek and a faux fur rug just in front of me. There was a modern black couch off to one side and two chairs with the same design on the other side. Hell, there was even a coffee table in the middle with a tea set resting on it.

Maybe the concussion was worse than I thought because no one with any form of intelligence would bring a kidnapped victim to their apartment... right?!

I heard footsteps returning to the living room, and the guy crouched down in front of me.

I had to say, he was handsome. His short black hair showed off his cheekbones, and his brown eyes flashed with uncertainty as he took in my state.

"You shouldn’t have done that," he said, grabbing my shoulders and hoisting me back into a seated position.

"I don’t understand what I did," I countered. I was not responsible for the actions of a sociopath.

"Why would you take him away from her? She has been in love with him for years," continued the man as if I hadn’t spoken.

"Him?" I asked. "Bai Long Qiang?"

"Yes. If you hadn’t taken him, then this wouldn’t have happened," said the man as he started stroking my hair.

"I did nothing. I’m six, in case you forgot. I am pretty sure that guys have coodies at this age. Why would I have taken him from her?" I wasn’t trying to reason with him. Like the man who shot me, there is no point in reasoning with a person who couldn’t see reason.

He simply shook his head and continued to play with my hair.

I closed my eye, not wanting to see what was going to happen next.

I took an oath to do no harm... but I also needed to protect myself.

I swung my right arm and jabbed the scalpel into his jugular, cutting through his carotid artery. At least it was going to be a quick death.

I yanked the blade out, allowing the blood to flow freely from the wound I had inflicted.

I could have saved him if I was in my operating room, but I didn’t want to. I had no idea what they had planned for me, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t here for tea and cookies.

The man let out a strangled sound as he frantically grasped at the wound, trying to apply pressure. Stumbling backward, he fell onto the coffee table, shattering the tea set.

His blood dripped onto the carpet, turning it a red color.

I could only watch in horrified fascination at what I had done.

I had killed someone.

Never before had that happened to me.

Then again, I had also never been kidnapped.

I felt a stabbing of guilt for my actions. My conscience asked me if there wasn’t some other way to have dealt with him other than killing him. But I honestly couldn’t think of one.

I had no idea their plans for me. And I wouldn’t be made to feel guilty for doing whatever I needed to do to survive.

I looked around the room. The shower was still going, but I didn’t know for how much longer. I needed to get out of here before Ye Mei Hui came and attacked me.

Still gripping the blade in my right hand, I stumbled over to the door. Ripping it open, I saw that I was in a typical apartment hallway with homes on either side of me.

Did they hear me kill someone? Would they come and attack me, too?

Shaking my head, I stumbled toward the elevator, my hand with the scalpel the only thing keeping me upright as the world kept spinning.

I needed to get home.

I needed my mommy.

She would make everything better... right?