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startled him and caused him to spin around. It all made sense to him. The terrier was not trying to be a peace disturber; he was being a protector and alarm system for Dr. Jackson.
    â€œWho are you?” His words came out choppy. He immediately threw his hands up in the air. His eyes widened at the sight of the gun the intruder was brandishing.
    â€œI’m not here to cause any trouble. This was the only place I could find nearby. We need your help,” Baby replied all in one breath.
    Dr. Jackson’s eyes shifted from Baby to the figure she had laid on his examining table. He could see that both she and who appeared to be an injured male were just young teens. He could only imagine what happened. Lately, he had been hearing about the violence in the Richmond area, from black-on-black crime to police brutality, and he wondered which applied. Whatever the case, being from Glen Allen housing projects himself, he knew how things could easily happen and felt everybody deserved to be helped. The only thing was that it had been a long time since he had attempted to perform any type of medical assistance on another human being. His experience in the medical field since the service was with animals. He couldn’t believe the irony of his profession.
    â€œYou do know I’m a veterinarian, right?” he stated as a matter of fact.
    â€œYes. We can’t go nowhere else. I’ll take my chances,” Baby retorted.
    Dr. Jackson understood loud and clear. Although animals were his primary clients, he knew there was not much difference with a human life. What if something goes wrong? crossed his mind. For his sake, he hoped that would not be the case.
    â€œOkay,” he agreed. “But first, I’m going to need you to not point that gun at me. It’s making me nervous.”
    Baby studied him for a second. She then lowered her weapon.
    â€œThank you.” Dr. Jackson made his way over to where Treacherous lay unconscious. He noticed he was sweating profusely. “Now, what happened?”
    â€œMy boyfriend’s been shot,” was all Baby offered.
    Dr. Jackson peered over at her. Her stony facial expression was enough to convince him that that was all she was willing to tell him.
    â€œWe have to get him out of these bloody clothes,” Dr. Jackson informed Baby. He then walked over to the tray table where he kept his medical tools neatly laid out. Baby watched as he twisted the top off of a bottle of peroxide and poured some over the sharp-looking object he held over the small metal pan in his hand. He split Treacherous’s shirt open with the sharp blade he’d just retrieved from the tray of tools and sterilized. He noticed the bullet hole in Treacherous’s lower chest area oozing blood. Once he had his shirt off completely, he saw a bullet protruding from his forearm.
    â€œDo you know if he’s been hit anywhere else?” Dr. Jackson asked Baby.
    â€œI’m not sure.”
    â€œOkay.” He began cutting Treacherous’s pants off of him. Once he’d established there were no other gunshot wounds he sprang into action. He pulled out a pair of rubber surgical gloves and began to selectively pick and choose medical instruments he felt he’d need for what he was about to do. He brought his mask down over his face and placed the instruments in a pan of liquid. Although he always sterilized all of his medical tools, he felt compelled to do it again since he was about to perform on a human being and not an animal.
    Once they were all sterilized, he snatched up a bottle of alcohol, iodine, a couple boxes of bandages, and tape. Every move he made, Baby made. She became his shadow. Dr. Jackson felt smothered, as if he couldn’t breathe. Everywhere he turned, she was right there. He asked her to give him some elbow room so that he could operate on Treacherous. Baby nodded and backed up off of him. She went off to the side near the corner of his office.