“Aye, your purse took the tumble with you,” I hold it up. “Your phone is in here?”
“Yes!” she says in relief, “Luckily I’m not one of those girls who keep their phone in their bra, it would have been trampled under a million drunken feet back at Southbank.”
Stifling another groan, I look away from her breasts, filling out that top so nicely. There wouldn’t be room for anything else in those little scraps of cloth.
“Thank you,” she put out her hand. “I’m Mala.”
“Cormac,” I say, noting neither of us offer last names. I gently shake her hand, feeling her smaller one swallowed up in mine.
“I need to tell my friends where I am,” she looks at Doc. “Am I clear to go?”
He frowns. “I’d still like to get a scan to make sure we’re not looking at any internal injury, but I don’t need to run any blood tests if you’re willing to drink some juice and eat something so I know your blood sugar is back up.”
“All right, thank you,” she smiles, but she’s looking around the room, categorizing exits, I can see where her gaze lands each time.
“I’ll just get the equipment set up and I’ll be right back,” he smiles reassuringly. “Would you prefer having my assistant help you with a gown?”
Looking down at her little top and shorts, Mala groans. “I should have never agreed to this outfit.”
“Peer pressure can be a dangerous thing,” I agree with a straight face.
“I appreciate you bringing me here,” she says, “that was very kind of you. Why didn’t you just drop me off at an A&E?”
Fair question.
“Doc Meyers is my family’s physician, and he was close by,” I say. “He’s very skilled, and I thought immediate attention versus taking you to a busy hospital was the right call.”
She groans, covering her eyes as the moment she turns her phone on, it begins a frantic“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
“I’ll check in with Doc Meyers and give you a chance to update your friends,” I offer, and she nods gratefully.
As I leave the room I move to the left, out of sight and listen in, a habit born of long practice. I don’t know this girl and I still brought her to our private physician. My father will not be pleased.
“...I’m fine, I am. This guy pulled me loose from that crowd of drunken assholes, but I hit my head pretty hard…
“No, he took me to his family doctor so I wouldn’t have to wait at the A&E, how sweet is that?
“…His name is Cormac, and no, he hasn’t touched me inappropriately, for god’s sake, Tatiana! The doctor’s name is Malcolm Meyers, I’m guessing a GP? Can you check him out?
“...Thanks, I’ll call as soon as I’m ready. I need to make a statement for the police, but really fam, I can take an Uber. Okay… Thank you. Tell Willow to stop being all angsty about this.”
Mrs. Meyers is back, holding a gown. She smiles at me happily. “I’ll just get her ready for the scan. Do we have a name?”
“Mala, and thank you.”
“Of course!” she says joyfully before walking into the room, humming.
Heading out to my car, I open the trunk and slide open a hidden panel, looking for my go-bag. Along with two pistols, extra ammo, a bulletproof vest, and my case of throwing knives, I keep a change of clothes. The dark green sweatshirt will probably hang somewhere around her knees, but at least she’ll be covered. The sight of her perfect tits in that top is extremely distracting.
I place a quick call to one of my men. “Giles? I need you to stop by Doc Meyers’ place within the hour.”
“Of course.” He’s a quiet one, never an inflection in his tone. “Am I taking someone home or dumping the body?”
“You’re going to flash a badge and play detective. You’ll take a young lady’s description about two pieces of shite who I want to be dead within the next twenty-four hours. They tried to drag her off and rape her.”
“On it.”
Mala’s already back in the examination room as I walk in. “That was quick.”
