Chapter 86
"He really didn't say very much at first." Sasha answered. "He wanted to make sure I was coherent and I wasn't going to need a transfusion."
"Another lucky break." Ben stated raising his eyebrows.
Sasha smiled and nodded her head meekly in agreement. "After he assessed that I hadn't lost too much blood, he put butterfly bandages on the bigger cuts to temporarily secure them and then started stitching me up." She paused to organize her thoughts. "He tried to keep me talking about insignificant topics. When he started in on the second leg, he finally asked me what had happened. He didn't believe I had fallen on a glass pitcher."
"Jamie's no dummy!" Trevor joked. He managed to get Sasha to smile again. "What did you tell him?"
"The basics. Eric had moved closer to me and was calling me nonstop."
"He didn't settle for a simple explanation like that did he?"
"No." Sasha replied shaking her head. "He wanted to know exactly what had provoked me to a degree so severe that my behavior bordered on suicidal."
"He actually called you 'suicidal' and still released you?" Ben questioned.
Sasha nodded. "I made it sound as if it were an isolated incident. He made me show him my stomach and my arms but there were no fresh cuts there. I had cut the prior week but those cuts were reopened that night so he couldn't tell they weren't fresh." She licked her lips. "He wanted me to call Dr. Travers. I refused. I said I could handle things on my own."
"I'm sure he believed that Sasha!"
"Not for a second!" Sasha giggled. "I talked him into letting me call you instead. He took me to an office and put me on a speakerphone. He heard everything we said to each other." She looked down at the table and sighed. "He made me stay at the hospital until he got off work. He drove me home and then picked me up yesterday and took me back to get my car."
"So what do you think you should do now?" Trevor asked.
Sasha moved her gaze around the room but didn't make eye contact with either man.
"Sasha." Trevor repeated. "What do you think you should do now?"
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