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Richard
felt
the
sticky
warmth
of
blood
soaking
into
his
shirt
.
Sometimes
,
he
realized
,
there
is
nothing
you
can
do
.
He
walked
away
,
leaving
behind
Jessica
,
who
stood
there
on
the
sidewalk
,
her
eyes
stung
with
tears
.
Richard
did
not
,
at
any
point
on
his
walk
,
stop
to
think
.
It
was
not
something
over
which
he
had
any
volition
.
Somewhere
in
the
sensible
part
of
his
head
,
someone
—
a
normal
,
sensible
Richard
Mayhew
—
was
telling
him
how
ridiculous
he
was
being
:
that
he
should
just
have
called
the
police
,
or
an
ambulance
;
that
it
was
dangerous
to
lift
an
injured
person
;
that
he
had
really
,
seriously
upset
Jessica
;
that
he
was
going
to
have
to
sleep
on
the
sofa
tonight
;
that
he
was
ruining
his
only
really
good
suit
;
that
the
girl
smelled
terrible
.
.
.
but
Richard
found
himself
placing
one
foot
in
front
of
the
other
,
and
,
arms
cramping
and
back
hurting
,
ignoring
the
looks
he
got
from
passers
-
by
,
he
just
kept
walking
.
And
after
a
while
he
was
at
the
ground
floor
door
of
his
building
,
and
he
was
stumbling
up
the
staircase
,
and
then
he
was
standing
in
front
of
the
door
to
his
apartment
and
realizing
that
he
had
left
his
keys
on
the
hall
table
,
inside
.
.
.
The
girl
reached
out
one
filthy
hand
to
the
door
,
and
it
swung
open
.
Never
thought
I
’
d
be
pleased
that
the
door
hadn
’
t
latched
properly
,
thought
Richard
,
and
he
carried
the
girl
in
—
closing
the
door
behind
him
with
his
foot
—
and
put
her
down
on
his
bed
.
His
shirtfront
was
soaked
in
blood
.
She
seemed
semiconscious
;
her
eyes
were
closed
,
but
fluttering
.
He
peeled
off
her
leather
jacket
.
There
was
a
long
cut
on
her
left
upper
arm
and
shoulder
.
Richard
caught
his
breath
.
"
Look
,
I
’
m
going
to
call
a
doctor
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
Can
you
hear
me
?
"
Her
eyes
opened
,
wide
and
scared
.
"
Please
,
no
.
It
’
ll
be
fine
.
It
’
s
not
as
bad
as
it
looks
.
I
just
need
sleep
.
No
doctors
.
"
"
But
your
arm
—
your
shoulder
—
"
"
I
’
ll
be
fine
.
Tomorrow
.
Please
?
"
It
was
little
more
than
a
whisper
.
"
Um
,
I
suppose
,
all
right
,
"
and
with
sanity
beginning
to
assert
itself
,
he
said
,
"
Look
,
can
I
ask
—
?
"
But
she
was
asleep
.
Richard
took
an
old
scarf
from
his
closet
and
wrapped
it
firmly
around
her
left
upper
arm
and
shoulder
;
he
did
not
want
her
to
bleed
to
death
on
his
bed
before
he
could
get
her
to
a
doctor
.
And
then
he
tiptoed
out
of
his
bedroom
and
shut
the
door
behind
him
.
He
sat
down
on
the
sofa
,
in
front
of
the
television
,
and
wondered
what
he
had
done
.
