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might start believing this stranger really meant what she said, and she knew better. People didn’t really care about each other, even when they were supposed to, but for sure not about an outsider. What did this stranger know about her, know about risk? She couldn’t let herself be tricked into believing that anyone was going to care about her. It’d taken her long enough, but she’d learned. Now she knew better. The only person she was ever going to trust again was herself, even if it meant being alone for the rest of her life.
    “Here we go,” Dave said, positioning a backboard on the ground next to Mica.
    Flynn said, “We’re just going to slide you onto a backboard and then onto the stretcher so we can move you over to our unit. Let us do all the work. Just relax as much as you can.”
    “Just do it,” Mica snapped.
    “One, two, three,” Flynn counted, and Mica felt herself being lifted with arms beneath her shoulders and legs. Then she was on the backboard and straps were tightened across her chest and pelvis, trapping her. She wanted to struggle. She wanted to tear the restraints away. She hated to be held down.
    “Hey,” Flynn said softly. “It’s okay. We just don’t want you to roll off. As soon as we get into the unit, I’ll loosen the straps. Can you handle that?”
    “Yeah, whatever.” Mica struggled to calm her breathing, telling herself she wasn’t a prisoner, these people weren’t going to hurt her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and she pretended they weren’t there.
    Then she was being rolled over the bumpy surface of the street to the yawning mouth of a medical van. Again she was lifted, and this time placed on a bench along one side of the van. She tried to raise her head again, wanting to find the blonde—Flynn. The panic wasn’t so bad when she could see her.
    Flynn pulled her cell phone from her belt. “Are you okay? I’m gonna climb out so I can get a good signal.”
    “Fine. Just get on with it already.”
    “What’s the number?” After Mica reeled off a familiar-sounding number, Flynn hopped out of the unit and punched in the digits, trying to place the establishment. Ten seconds later, a man answered.
    “Shoreline.”
    “This is Flynn Edwards, a paramedic here in town. One of your employees was in a traffic accident on her way to work. Mica.” Flynn realized she didn’t know the girl’s last name.
    “Christ,” the guy said, “is she okay?”
    “We’re taking her to the clinic. She was worried about missing work. She doesn’t want to go with us if she’s going to lose her—”
    “Tell her to get her butt over to the clinic and get checked out. Have her call me later so I know when she’ll be able to come back to work. I’ve gotta go call in a sub now—we’re swamped. Big breakfast crowd.”
    “She wants to talk to you, but if there’s no problem—”
    The guy sighed. “Jesus. Just take her where you need to take her. Her job will be here when she gets back. I gotta go.” And he hung up.
    Flynn pocketed the phone and climbed into the back of the unit. She squatted down next to Mica. “He says your job is okay. He had to call someone in for you.” She signaled Dave to go ahead and pulled the doors closed. “We’ll be at the clinic in just a few minutes.” She leaned forward into the front of the cab and grabbed her tablet. “What’s your last name?”
    The girl hesitated, and for a minute, Flynn thought she wasn’t going to answer.
    “Butler,” the girl said finally.
    Flynn filled it in. “Address?”
    “606 Commercial.”
    “Is there someone you want me to call?”
    When the silence grew heavy, Flynn shifted her gaze from the tablet to the girl on the stretcher. She was obviously in pain—her jaw was clenched and her eyes narrowed, as if holding back any sign of weakness. Her fingers were closed in tight fists. “Mica? Is there someone you want me to call for you?”
    “No,” Mica said in a flat, hollow voice. “No