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clanking sound of the handcuffs against the bedpost, and she let out a soft curse.  “Can’t you take these off?  I kind of need my hands to do this.”
    There was a pause.
    I forced my eyes open, willing the world to solidify around me.  “For fuck’s sake, Bradley,” I ground out through gritted teeth.  “What could she possibly do to hurt me?”
    Bradley’s expression softened as he regarded me, taking in my weakened state, and he unlocked the handcuffs.  She rubbed her wrist, and I could see a light, purplish bruise marring her delicate skin.  Guilt washed over me again, accompanied by more anger at Bradley for putting her in this situation.  Those were my handcuffs.  And they certainly weren’t meant to be used like that.
    She moved toward me carefully, her hands gentle as she began to unwrap the gauze from around my chest.  Now that she was so close to me, I could smell her delicious, feminine scent: cotton and roses.  It infused the air around me, captivating me.  I knew that I was staring, but I couldn’t help but watch her intently as she worked.  She didn’t meet my eye; she was completely engrossed in her task, and a little crease appeared between her brows when she revealed the angry red hole in my chest.  Was she really concerned for me?  After everything we had done to her?
    She’s a doctor, I reminded myself harshly.  Of course it was ingrained in her to help people who were hurting.  It had nothing to do with me personally.
    Bradley was looking on anxiously.  “You look like shit, buddy,” he told me.
    Despite the pain, I couldn’t help smiling at him, putting on a good face to erase the lines of worry around his eyes.  “I’ve had a rough day,” I retorted, struggling to keep my tone light.  “What’s your excuse?”  I tried to laugh, but that was a mistake.  I gritted my teeth to hold back my cry; I didn’t want to voice my pain.  Bradley was already so on edge, and I didn’t want to upset him further.  Especially considering how unstable he was right now.
    But the room was flickering in and out of existence around me.  I was being pulled under, swirling down into darkness.
    “Give him more of your blood, doc,” I heard Bradley order.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said flatly. “I’m fresh out of spare blood today.”
    Bradley snarled at her.  “Give it to him.  He needs it.”
    She gave me her blood?  I thought incredulously.  Surely that went far beyond what her duties as a doctor demanded.  Why would she go to such lengths to save a stranger?  A criminal who didn’t deserve saving?
    “No.  I’d rather live long enough to finish treating him, thanks,” her voice floated down to me.  “If you want to kill me, shooting me would be much faster, you know.” 
    I tried to struggle through the darkness, but it pressed against me, weighing me down.  I couldn’t let Bradley force her to do that.  Not for me.  Not after everything she had already done.
    “Look,” she said gently.  “If I give him my blood, I’ll die.  And then there will be no one here to help him.  Just trust me.”
    There was a long silence, but Bradley must have backed off because I could feel the needle tugging at my skin again as she returned to her work.  With the knowledge that she was safe, I succumbed to the blackness, giving in to the merciful release from my pain brought on by unconsciousness.

Chapter 2
    Agony.  It lashed at me mercilessly, breaking through the dark waters that sheltered me and pulling me ruthlessly back to the surface.  I was disoriented, my thoughts sluggish and half-formed.
    I blinked, and my eyes focused on a familiar cracked ceiling.  I was in my own room.  And I wasn’t alone.  The balance of the mattress told me that there was someone on the bed beside me, a woman judging by the delicious scent that surrounded me.  Besides, the likelihood of me finding a man in my bed was slim to none.  The pounding in my head told me that I had