The attack on Dr. Davis is a success but the execution was not as clean as the perpetrators hoped.
A police officer rode to the hospital with the doctor. He asked questions and took notes. The doctor was able to tell him little. He was pretty sure there were two people. The three of them struggled in the kitchen when he came in from the garage. They put something over his nose and he fell unconscious. He mentioned the pen and the person crying out.
“Then one of them may be injured?”
“Not seriously. With something that blunt I didn’t have enough force to penetrate the chest wall. If I did any damage it is a flesh wound.”
“How do you know?”
“I’m a surgeon. I know what it takes to penetrate flesh and muscle.”
“Oh.”
“One more thing. The cry. It sounded almost female. But I was passing out so that is may be wrong. The person seemed so strong.”
At the office Joyce transcribed each of the messages from Dr. Davis’ tape recorder. When she got to the last one she was amazed. It started with a struggle of some sort. Someone cried out, obviously in pain. Then a man started talking. “He’s out. Let’s get him up in his bed.”
“Let him on the floor. Give me a minute. My tits hurt. Shit. He stuck me with a pen. I’m bleeding bad. Help me. Open my kit. Help me get my blouse off.”
“God. Your bra is bloody. What did he do?”
“A damn pen. He ripped a big hole in my left tit. The pen went in and he pulled it, It hurt like hell but I didn’t think it was this bad. I have a tear in the skin over two inches long. Shit. This is deep. It is going to take stitches. I don’t think I can sew up myself. I could do it but I can’t see it well enough where it is. Crap. He really got me. It is deep. God, he raked me with it. There is a hole in the right one too. I have to get this bleeding stopped so we can get him taken care of.”
“You need a doctor.”
“Want to wake him and have him fix it? You have to fix it. Give me a two inch pad.” There was a pause. “No. That’s not big enough. Give me a three. I’ll hold it on, tape it down tight. Take the tape around my back and pull it tight, I need to stop the bleeding.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels great. Stupid. A three inch rip anywhere hurts. Sure it hurts. My tit feels like someone tried to rip it off. He rammed that pen into me almost an inch and pulled. Tape it down as tight as you can. Now put a two inch over the cut in my other tit. I’ll hold it. Now, tape it.”
A few minutes later she said. “Now take that wide ace bandage and pull it tight around my tits. Try to squash them tight so they don’t bleed inside.”
“God that hurts.”
After a few minutes the man said. “Let’s get him upstairs in his bed.”
“Shit he is heavy. My tits hurt.”
“Watch his head. They said to be very careful not to kill him. They want him alive as an example to not ignore the boss.”
“We’re to put a wire around his legs. They have to be three and one half inches above the top of the kneecap and they have to be tight enough to shut off all blood. We are to check for a pulse at his ankle.”
They proceeded to discuss what they were doing. “Now put the heat pads on his upper legs, wrap him in that electric blanket and turn them on. Dr. Anderson said we had to keep him warm.”
“OK. Now set the box we made with the cutouts over his legs and we fill it with dry ice. They want a hard freeze.”
There was more conversation including names before the tape ran out.
Joyce shut off the recorder, made a copy of the tape and called the police.
An officer picked up the tape and took it to the station. Detective Anna Martin listened to the tape with her partner Maria Desalva. “Now that is one tough cookie. A three inch rip an inch deep in one breast and a hole in the other and she tells the guy to tape them up and she helps carry the doc up the steps. It hurts just hearing it.”
“That has to be hate. Nothing else can drive someone like that. And she needs medical care.”
“From what she said she must be a nurse or EMT. If she is she can care for her own wound.”
“That wound needs stitches.”
“She can probably put them in herself.”
“Let’s assume she can’t. She said she couldn’t see where it was good enough to put stitch it. We need to get a request out to the local ER’s.”
“Let’s make it state wide.”
By noon Dr. Davis was a in a hospital room. He was a DAK.
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