The doors to the emergency entrance swooshed open and a gurney was pushed into the hospital, carrying the body of Mayor Richard Dickinson.
A nurse ran towards the paramedics pushing the gurney and asked "Is that the mayor?"
"Yeah. He was in a car accident. His driver got swapped for a little kid and the limo flew off the road," one of the paramedics said. "There was nothing we could do for the driver."
Sarah McMillan got up off the examination table and walked to the doorway of the room, to see what all the heightened commotion was about (the doctor had already taken out the bullet and bandaged her shoulder). As she stood there, she watched as two paramedics pushed a gurney carrying the body of the mayor. Quickly walking behind them were a nurse and a large stocky woman dressed in an unflattering peasant dress. What was she doing with the mayor?
They took the mayor's body into the surgery room, but wouldn't allow the stocky woman to follow.
"Sorry. Only family members are allowed from this point on," the nurse said.
"I am a family member. I'm his wife. Lyndsay."
The nurse's eyes went wide. She never would have thought that this obviously foreign woman was Lyndsay Dickinson, the mayor's wife. But during that morning, she had seen stranger things. Like witnessing one of the babies from the maternity ward actually stand up and start talking. She nearly had a heart attack after that one.
"You can some in, then. But please, stay clear of the doctors."
"Is he still alive? Will he make it?" Lyndsay asked.
"It's too early to tell."
"How long you gonna do this, little missy?" the lunatic with the knife asked. "You know I'm gonna getcha."
Richard looked around, but still didn't see any way around him. All he needed to do was get to the stairs and he would be home free, but as things were going ...
But suddenly, an idea occurred to him. If he couldn't get around him, then maybe he could go through him. All he needed to find was something heavy enough to clobber the guy with. He looked around and found a concrete block sitting on the floor. Someone like a little girl obviously wasn't strong enough to lift something like that. But, of course, Richard wasn't a little girl, fortunately. He picked up the block, much to the guy's surprise (remember that he saw Richard as a little girl, not a grown man), and then threw it at him.
The block hit the guy squarely in the chest, causing him to drop his knife, double over, and yell out loud in pain.
This was Richard's chance. He ran past the guy and then up the stairs, without even getting near him. Once he got through the door, he closed and locked it.
"That should keep him contained. For a while," he said to himself.
A moment later, he heard someone pounding on the door. "Open this door, you little bitch!"
"Not on your life," Richard said, then turned around to find an exit.
