“Thank God. I was worried you were dead, or in a coma, or something,” I raspy female voice cut off a heavy groan from my mouth.
I looked up and saw a woman I identified as a prostitute in .5 seconds standing at the foot of the bed. A tan face that looked like a hearty piece of beef jerky, teased blonde hair, a sloppy body cased in dirty jean shorts, a pink tank top and a few bad tattoos, she looked like a vixen from an 80s hair metal video who never left the strip club.
“I was going to take you to the emergency room, but I know that’s a risky move around these parts. Warrants and all. Plus, figure no one in this place has a sniff of insurance,” the woman said.
I focused in on the gal for a few seconds and let her come into full focus.
“The guy robbed me and hit me with my own leg?” I muttered, still dazed, phrasing it as a question.
The woman chewed on her lip for a few moments.
“If you say so. I didn’t see it. I was just walking back to my room and saw your door open with you lying bleeding on the bed. It was a bitch to drag you in here. You’re a few doors down now. You were out for about a half an hour since I found you,” the woman explained and then extended a hand with rings on each finger. “I’m Bobbi, by the way.”
I gave Bobbi’s dried-out hand a loose shake.
“Thanks.”
A shot of pain rushed to my head.
“I think I’m kind of okay,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’ve definitely fought through worse without having to go to the hospital.”
I wiggled around on the bed. Remembered that I no longer had my false appendages. Moving around was going to be very difficult.
Bobbi sat down on the bed next to me.
“I’m so sorry about everything that happened to you,” Bobbi said, what seemed like genuine empathy marinated her words. “I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
I laughed.
“Do you have a time machine that can go back and get me out of that fucking recruiter’s office five years ago?”
“Sorry,” Bobbi shot back, not sounding the least bit amused.
“Sorry, sorry, but no, really. You don’t happen to have a ride back to Reno, do you?”
“I actually gotta ride leaving to LA in a couple of hours,” Bobbi said.
