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pushed the plunger in one smooth movement.
     
    Stephen shouted. The nurse jumped back and the visitor raced into the room, thinking Stephen was being attacked. He nearly backhanded the nurse, but noticed her uniform just in time.
     
    “He’ll be calm in a minute,” she said to the visitor and reached for the remote. She turned off the television and left the room.
     
    Stephen’s visitor moved toward the bed. “Hey, man, you okay? What the hell happened to you?”
     
    Stephen’s eyes blazed at him. “You ever watch the news, moron?”
     
    The visitor just shook his head.
     
    “I was nearly castrated. That’s what happened.”
     
    The man’s eyes widened. He looked at Stephen’s lap and shuddered. “Are you okay? I mean, does it still work?”
     
    “I don’t know,” Stephen snapped. “But, I want you to take care of it.”
     
    His visitor took a step back. “What? I can’t do anything about…”
     
    “Not my dick, asshole, the girl. I want you to take care of the girl.”
     
    “A girl did this to you?” His eyebrows shot up. The visitor had a bald head and his eyelashes were so light that he had a permanently surprised look to him. When he was shocked, it became comical.
     
    Stephen glared at the man. “Will you stop asking questions and just listen to me?”
     
    The man nodded and closed his mouth.
     
    “This is her name.” Stephen reached out to hand his vistor a piece of paper, but his head wobbled and his arm dropped. He looked down in befuddled surprise. It dawned on him that the medication was kicking in.
     
    “Hurry up, take it. Finish her.” His head dropped back on his pillow and everything went hazy. He felt his visitor take the paper as he lost consciousness.
     

Chapter 8

    Mia was up to her eyebrows in wedding invitation samples when Aja let herself into her apartment. She joined her friend on the couch and started leafing through samples without breaking stride. What else was the maid of honor for anyway, but to handle all the wedding details, along with the neurotic moods of the typical bride? Mia was anything but typical. She hated having to plan a wedding and wanted to elope to Vegas or somewhere exotic. Her fiancé, Brad, insisted that they do what their respective families wanted. Mia’s family was Italian, which meant a huge wedding with every single living relative invited. Brad’s family was old money, so that pretty much meant the same thing.
     
    Mia sighed and tossed a flowery invitation onto the floor. “Aja, will you elope with me?”
     
    Aja laughed, used to her dramatics. “Where to, baby?”
     
    “How about Italy? I’ve always wanted to go to Italy. Don’t you have some family there?”
     
    Aja gaped at Mia, then let out a laugh. “Of course! That’s what I need to do.”
     
    “What? Elope?”
     
    “No, that’s the last thing I need to do right now.” She wiped a hand across her face, reminded of how much she hated the male gender and anything resembling one at the moment.
     
    Mia, grabbed Aja’s hand and pulled her into her arms. “I’m sorry. Here I am complaining about getting married when you’ve been through so much.”
     
    “It’s okay, it helps me forget. I’m so mad at my family right now. My brothers are out somewhere, probably at the hospital beating up Stephen. They’re going to get themselves into trouble one day, and I’m tired of warning them.”
     
    Mia snorted and then pretended she was coughing.
     
    Aja raised one eyebrow at her friend. “And you can stop pretending you’re concerned.” Aja let out her breath and leaned back, tucking her legs underneath herself. “I’m tired of them thinking that beating people up is the answer to everything. You know, Mia, I just want to get away and live my life on my own terms for a while.”
     
    “Well, you don’t live at home anymore, Aja. You can move back in with me until the wedding. Then you’ll have to find another roommate.” Mia looked a little sad at the