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Reluctant Rescue

... they said it would. They fanned out, circling around him. One of them was holding his knife wrong but the other was clearly a knife fighter. Laban concentrated on the most dangerous. He moved toward the man and out of the range of the other. The man took a swipe at him with the knife. Laban couldn’t avoid it, but the cut; aimed at his neck could be redirected and he struck the knife arm. The stroke went low and Laban felt it bite into his ribs. The blade struck bone and hung for a moment, just long enough for Laban’s counterstrike. The heel of his right hand struck the thug just under his nose and crushed it upward. The nose exploded into a bloody mess and the man dropped the knife as the impact flung him through the air. His head struck a rock with a crack and Laban felt fire flood through his back as the second man buried his knife in Laban’s back. He felt almost paralyzed with pain, but he managed to spin, trapping the thug’s arm under his left arm. He swept the man’s legs with his right leg and dropped with him to the ground. He quickly secured an arm bar and tried to tear that arm off. The arm broke with a crunch and the elbow fractured. The thug went unconscious and Laban tried to sit up. He heard sirens screaming closer. He felt very weak. Someone was standing over him. An angel knelt down beside him, weeping, bleeding from a cut on the side of her head. God, she was beautiful, Laban thought, but angels shouldn’t bleed. He reached up to her with his hand and tangled ...

... his fingers in her long blonde hair. She sobbed and then screamed when she saw the blood running from his side. She looked up the bank and screamed at four figures Laban saw there. “Over here,” she screamed. “Please, help us! He saved my life and he’s dying! Help us!” Laban’s vision drew down until he could only see the angel. His head throbbed and he knew no more. He was very disoriented when he opened his eyes. He saw a small room with a curtain dividing it. He was lying in a bed, but it wasn’t his bed. He saw medical equipment all around and he realized it was a hospital room. “Hey, you’re awake!” he heard an unfamiliar voice. It took a huge effort to turn his head. He saw the form of a woman rising from a chair beside his bed. She moved to bend over him and her face came into focus. “I remember you,” he murmured. “You’re the angel.” He heard her laugh and he slept again, secure in the knowledge that an angel was watching over him. When he woke up again he remembered. He looked around and Gina was sitting in the chair. His sister noticed his eyes were open and she jumped up. “Oh, my God, Laban; thank heaven you’re awake.” He tried to speak but his throat was so dry that only a croak came out. He tried to swallow and it felt like his throat was full of sawdust. “Drink,” he croaked. She held a straw up to his lips and he felt the cold ice water sooth his parched throat. He drank deeply and then relaxed his head back onto the pillow. “Hey, Gina; where am I?” he asked. “You’re ...