One drop would do it, that much I knew for sure.

I quickly cleaned Emily up, my first aid kit definitely came in handy tonight. I hurriedly lifted her into my car and slammed the passenger door shut. There were no stains on the ground, that was good, bloodstains without a crime were pretty suspicious. I jumped up and into the driver’s seat of my Jeep Wrangler, midnight blue. I turned the key in the ignition and waited for the engine to warm up.

Emily groaned, pale in the moonlight, and I cursed my engine. She would be fine, but should go to a hospital… or home. Nah, that just didn’t seem right. Hospital, definitely. She’d gotten mugged, after all. A few tense minutes later and my engine was warm enough to go. I backed out of the parking spot I’d nabbed on Main Street, barely bothering to check for traffic. It was 2 AM, and no one was out. I drove quickly, but I didn’t speed. Her wound wasn’t serious enough to risk a ticket.

I pulled up in front of the ER and brought her in. They took her.

I left her.