A Deadly cure

I hesitated for a while before moving forward. The needle was still sticking out of the man's neck as he lay unmoving on the ground wearing a fedora.

I inhaled deeply as I made an effort to relax. I was aware that I had to leave the area quickly before anyone else arrived.

I gently turned the handle as I walked up to the door. I was surprised when it opened quickly, allowing me to sneak into the hallway.

I could hardly see where I was going since it was so dark. I didn't stop, though, until I was outdoors and taking in the crisp night air.

I briefly tripped as I sought to orient myself. I suddenly became aware that I was still holding the syringe in my hand.

I considered it for a while before deciding what to do with it. I then carelessly threw it into a nearby skip.

I walked for what seemed like hours, trying to make sense of what had just transpired as I went. I was being played as a pawn in the man in the fedora's perverse game, and I was almost involved in his plot to murder his wife.

I trembled and felt queasy within at the concept. In order to serve people, not to take part in anything like this, I decided to become a doctor.

I slumped on the couch in my flat after returning home at last, tired. I was aware that I had to report what had occurred, but I wasn't sure where to start.

Suddenly I had a realisation. I might contact the cops. They'd be aware of what to do.

My pulse was beating as I got out my phone and phoned 911, so I waited for a response.

What is your emergency, 911? On the other end, a voice questioned.

I introduced myself as Dr. Emily Parker while trembling in my voice. "I have a crime to report,"

From the minute the man with the fedora entered my workplace until the moment I ran from his home, I gave them the entire story.

Within minutes, the police showed there, and I guided them back to the place where I had been imprisoned.

The woman was still sleeping but alive when we arrived. The poison that the guy in the fedora had planned for his wife had killed him.

I provided the police a statement and did my best to respond to their inquiries. They offered to drive me home once they were finished.

I gazed out the window as we drove away from the home and felt a wave of relief come over me. The fedora-wearing man was gone, but his wife was still around. Yet, I remained certain that what had transpired had permanently altered me.

The sound of his vile chuckle and the terror that overcame me when I realised what he had in mind were two things I knew I would never forget.

Yet I also understood that the woman on the bed, who had successfully resisted her own husband, would live in indelible memory.

I vowed to myself in silence as we departed. Never again would I let something similar to occur. As a doctor, I would utilise my abilities to serve people rather than as a pawn in someone else's perverse scheme.