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Her pacing back and forth both annoyed and distracted him. Finally, Dr. Jackson got fed up.
    He couldn’t help but keep looking back over his shoulder at Baby. Realizing she was going to stop, he got fed up.
    I’m going to need you to wait out there.” He pointed toward his waiting room area.
    He knew he wouldn’t be able to focus with her in the room hovering all around him.
    â€œI’m not going anywhere,” Baby stated.
    â€œWell, then that means you don’t care about this young man’s life, because it lies in your hands,” Dr. Jackson informed her. “It’s your call. Wait out there, he lives. Stay in here, he—”
    â€œHe dies, you die!” Baby cut Dr. Jackson’s words short and finished his sentence for him. Her gun was now pressed up against Dr. Jackson’s forehead.
    He squeezed his eyes tightly and then opened them. “Young lady, think for a second. Why risk the life of this man, who you apparently love and will ride to the end of the earth for, over something so small? I promise you I will do my best to save this young man’s life, but I need you to trust me and wait out there.” Dr. Jackson hoped his words burst through Baby’s young mind. “And, you can leave the door open so you can see in here,” he added.
    Baby lowered her weapon and nodded.
    â€œThank you.” Dr. Jackson let out a deep sigh.
    Baby backpedaled out of Dr. Jackson’s operating room and into the hallway. Baby stood a short distance away from the door. She had a clear view of Dr. Jackson and Treacherous. She watched as Treacherous’s life lay in the hands of a total stranger.
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    A little over two hours had gone by, and there was still no word from the doctor. Baby’s eyes grew heavy as she watched Dr. Jackson’s every move. She twisted and turned in the uncomfortable plastic gray chair with cold metal hinges that held it together. Every so often, she could feel herself doze off and would jump out of her nod. The more time went by, the heavier Baby’s eyes became though. She tried to shake it off a final time but sleep got the best of her. She slipped into a deep slumber.
    Baby could hear Treacherous moaning in the other room from the pain. She fought with the need to leap out of the chair and run to his aid. She could hear other moans in the distance, from someone else. She turned in the direction from which the additional moans were coming. A glow from a light source produced itself from somewhere in the corner. The more intense it got, the more puzzled Baby became. She stared at it with squinted eyes. Baby could tell that something or someone was directly behind it, but she could not make the figure out. The light itself was warm and inviting. So much so that it made her uncomfortable. Baby caught a whiff of a smell, a familiar smell. She wasn’t quite sure what it was but she knew she had smelled it before. The glow from the light got dimmer. She tried to walk toward it but somehow could not. She felt restrained; her whole body was attempting to move forward but something was holding it back.
    â€œCome closer,” a voice uttered.
    It was a familiar voice, but she knew it couldn’t be who it sounded like. Baby extended her arm in an attempt to touch the source of the voice, only to feel nothing but air. She tried again to move forward; this time she was allowed to take one step, and only one step. Suddenly, the light was gone. It was replaced by the faint sound of a rumble and rocks being thrown up against a wall or something. Just then, Baby felt liquid run down her skin. She quickly looked at it. Blood rolled down the inside of her arm. She followed its flow as it disappeared into the darkness.
    Baby again attempted to take another step only to run into an object. She peered down at what seemed to be a chair. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of a pair of spread legs. Baby was baffled; she didn’t know where