Miss. Amanda?"
I pushed aside my exhaustion and looked up. There, at the curb, stood a man in an old-fashioned chauffeur's uniform, complete with hat and gloves. The car he stood next to was an understated silver color, but the elegant shape screamed money. A Limo, I realized as I recognized the symbol on the vehicle.
Oh, really?
"I'm Amanda McCann," I said cautiously.
The driver opened the rear passenger door. "Please, enter."
I gaped at him for several seconds. I mean, a Limo? I didn't know what I had expected, but it wasn't this. Maybe a yellow cab. The man on the phone had told me that they would send a car. And here it was. But that didn't make it seem any less bizarre. It was, I decided, more than a little creepy.
"How do I know you're not trying to kidnap me?" I demanded, crossing my arms across my chest.
"I must admit, Ms. Amanda, that this is often a fear of our patients," the chauffeur said evenly.
I waited for him to continue with his reassurances, but he simply stood, waiting impassively.
I shifted against the cold column. I could see the soft interior from here, and my whole body clamored for a chance to settle into the warm comfort it offered.
What if he was a kidnapper? I wondered. What was the worst that could happen? Well, I could get brutally mutilated and murdered, I supposed. Torture would be bad, but my death was coming pretty soon, anyway.
On the other hand, the best that could happen was, of course, a cure. I barely let myself think that for the tiniest instant before shutting it away. I'd already had my hopes dashed today. I didn't need to create new ones only to have them destroyed, too.
I looked at the car and its driver again. He didn't seem like a serial killer. And as weird as this all was, the number I'd called had come from my doctor.
Still....
Oh, to hell with it. I sent a quick text to Elisa: The last # I called was 202-324-6475 n they sent driver to hospital to pick me up. Will text or call in 2 hrs.
Then I turned off the ringer and alerts even as Elisa's first text arrived, shoved the phone in my pocket, took a deep breath, and got into the car.
The chauffeur closed the door as I struggled out of my jacket. The interior was all fawn leather and burled wood, with two wide seats contoured into the back bench. A dark screen was mounted into the headrest in front of me. I shoved my coat down at my feet and sat back, and the warmth of the heated seat crept into my aching bones as it cradled my body. I hadn't realized how much I hurt until it was soothed away.
Author's note
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