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here. I must be able to get hold of a cell phone from someone.
    But for now, I would have to stay by Nick side as he was watching me so intently.
    “Are you the patient?” The voice came from behind us and we both turned.
    The voice had come from a man I guessed to be in his fifties, he had messy grey hair, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and patchy stubble on his chin. He gave us a half hearted smile.
    “Yeah, that’s me,” Nick said. “Are we using the room at the back?”
    The man nodded and then he turned his attention to me. His bloodshot eyes travelled down my body until his gaze rested on my breasts. He smiled again. “Yes, that’s right in the back room.”
    The room he led us into was dark, but I could see that there was a long bench in the middle of a room. A chair stood beside it, and in the far corner of the room, there was a sink.
    He switched on a lamp behind the table.
    I turned in a slow circle. Surely Nick wasn’t going to be treated here?
    Nick sat on the bench in the centre of the room and then peeled off his T-shirt slowly as though the movement hurt him.
    My eyes drank him in. I couldn’t help myself. He looked damn good fully clothed, but without his T-shirt he looked like a Greek god. He truly was devastatingly gorgeous. It took me a moment to realize Nick was looking at me, and when my eyes eventually managed to wrench away from his torso and back up to his face, I noticed he was smiling at me in a knowing way.
    I flushed and looked down at the floor.
    The guy, who still had the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, rubbed up against me as he moved past. At first I thought it was an accident because there wasn’t much room to get around the bench. But then he did it again, this time grinding his hips against my ass. I moved away and gave him a hard look.  
    He took the cigarette out of his mouth and smiled at me, showing off his yellow teeth.
    “Where is the doctor?” I snapped.
    “You’re looking at him,” the man said with a grin.
    I blinked at him in horror. Instead of a white coat, he was wearing a stained plaid shirt and dirty jeans.
    “Nick, this is not a good idea. You need proper a hospital and a proper doctor.”
    “I am a proper doctor,” the man said, scowling at me.
    Maybe he had been a real doctor once, but I was willing to bet he’d been struck off since then. I watched him closely as he fumbled about with some steel implements beside the sink.
    I turned my attention back to Nick and watched him as he reclined on the hard wooden bench.
    By the way he cradled his arm, I could tell he was in a lot of pain.
    To my relief, the so-called doctor was at least washing his hands with bright yellow iodine soap.
    “Don’t look so worried,” Nick said.
    I shoved my hands in my pockets. Did I really look that concerned? I’d never been good at hiding my emotions, and I had a really bad feeling about this situation.
    When I turned back to look at the doctor, I gasped. In his hand he held a huge needle.
    “I’m just going to give you a little sedative,” the doctor said. “It will take the edge off.” He still had the damn cigarette in his mouth as he plunged the sharp needle into Nick’s arm.
    “What sedative are you using?” I asked.
    “Nothing for you to worry about sweetheart. It’s just something to make him a little sleepy.”
    Although Nick’s eyelids drooped, he wasn’t completely asleep when the doctor started work.
    He selected a sharp stainless steel scalpel and held it up to the light.
    “I hope that’s sterilized,” I said and then bit down hard on my lip. It was crazy to care about Nick. He belonged to the gang of bikers who had just kidnapped me, but he was the one person in this whole place I felt like I could trust. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.  
    I tried to convince myself that I had an ulterior motive for caring about what happened to him — I wanted to use Nick to get away from all this. But really there was