A security guard came in along with the nurse, who looked back and forth between them, not quite sure what to do. Lacey assumed that she was still in shock from nearly witnessing a murder.
"The police are on their way," said the security guard. Then he looked down at the blood pooling through Lacey's hospital gown. "I think you'd better get that looked at, ma’am."
"Yes, yes!" The nurse finally came to her senses and led Lacey back to the bed. Then she turned to the guard. "Leave us, please."
The guard nodded, concern coloring his face. "I'll be right outside."
"My husband will be back in a moment if you'd like to talk to him," Lacey offered, laying back down on the bed.
He tipped his hat. "Yes, ma'am." He gave her one last concerned look and then walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Could you stitch me back up?" Lacey asked the nurse. "Then I have to go home. I no longer feel safe here."