Say Yes, Senator

The voice coming through the phone went right to my core, and I knew it had been too long since I had sex. I mean, come on—a voice.

It was a very sexy voice.

“Yes.”

“This is Detective Alex Jordan. I’m calling you regarding your 911 call this morning.”

Oh goodness. The deep, raspy voice belonged to a police officer. I could only imagine how he looked.

“Um, okay.” I took a deep breath.

“I need you to come in and make a statement.”

I stopped in my tracks and swallowed. I watched enough crime shows to know what that would mean. The statement would be first, and then I would be permanently attached to the case. I would have to testify if it ever went to court. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that. I was still recovering from just witnessing the crime, I didn’t know if I could relive it so soon.

Then I felt what I would have done if it was a patient, or anyone in the hospital.

I sighed deeply. “I don’t know if I can do that,” I responded. It was silent on his end.

“I understand. But I just need a brief statement from you. It won’t connect you to the crime in any way.”

I knew he was lying, but I also knew I was being a little selfish. I knew I couldn’t give myself too much credit right off the bat, either. I decided to just take baby steps. “Okay. But I have work until nine.”

“That’s okay. Just come down to 78th and ask for me.”

I blinked rapidly at the ease of his voice once again. It was insane, to be so hobbled over a voice. “Okay. Um, Alex Jordan, right?” I checked.

Ugh. Why did it feel good to say his name?

“That’s right. See you soon, Miss Camden.”

His line went dead before I could even respond.

Chapter Six: Rose

After two hours I was ready to leave. I did always like the pace of the job, and the experiences I got to embark on, but sometimes it just got to be too crazy. I mean, why would anyone purposefully jump off their roof just to make a video? It didn’t make any sense to me at all.

Then of course, there were the usual Wednesday blunders. And to think, the day started out semi-normally. Before I witnessed a murder and all. Granted, I didn’t actually see that gun shot, but I heard it. And according to every news channel across the board, that gunshot killed that man.

I dropped the tray of syringes all across the floor.

“Rose, you okay?” Dina, my co-worker and only friend besides Martha, was right there to help me pick them up.

She was a fun, spunky woman who I would have never pegged for an ER nurse. Her straight brown hair was in sharp contrast to my unruly, black curly hair. But together, we always covered the most beds out of all the other nurses. If we were assigned partners like cops were, she would be mine.

“Yeah. It’s just an off day for me.” I huffed.

We picked up the syringes and stashed them in the sharps container. We went off to our usual chill corner behind the last exam room. It had an old bed and an odd smell, but it was literally the only place we wouldn’t be found.

“How so?” She took her hair bow from around her wrist and tied her hair up.

I always wore mine in a tight bun, so I wouldn’t be bothered by it, even still, it always found a way to let a few strands come loose.

“Long story. How is your man?” I changed the subject. I wasn’t even sure I was ready to admit what happened that morning, let alone tell Dina. I was still freaking out about having to tell the detective about it.

And yes, I was thinking about his voice pretty much all evening.

“Fine. Boring as usual, but he’s what I picked.” She half laughs and then half scoffs.