Monday, February 8, 2021

Microstory 1556: The Injured Party

I witnessed a murder yesterday, and I want to report it to the police, but I also don’t want to. I know that my neighbor was just defending herself, and also that no one else will believe her.

I saw the entire incident, as I was watching TV, when I suddenly heard a shot, and I rushed to the back door to look out. A man was screaming and a woman was sobbing, when I suddenly heard a second shot, and saw the woman fall to the ground. I stood there for a minute, waiting for the police to arrive, but no one came. I had seen my neighbors. We have a lot of big dogs, but usually don’t need to have a gun. I have a .357 Magnum and my husband has a shotgun. We live in a quiet town. We do have wildlife, like wild turkeys, deer, bears, and occasionally a cougar or a wolf. It is a lot to be afraid of, but we are. But I felt responsible for the woman, and so I went to her. She was sitting on the ground, her husband standing above her, screaming at her. The whole thing seemed so barbaric, but I tried to calm her down, and tell her that she would be all right. After a few minutes, I noticed that her hand was bruised and the second bullet hole was barely visible, so I assumed that she was shot. I wanted to call the police, but I didn’t want to upset her any more, so I walked her home. I had to ask her for the phone, and when I went in, she said that the neighbor, a man in...

...a gray coat, had claimed to have called the police, but I don’t think that’s true, because now it’s been fifteen minutes, and no one has come. I don’t have a whole lot of faith in our justice system, but this is an okay neighborhood, so I feel like something is wrong. I don’t have a whole lot of medical training, but at work, I was chosen as my floor’s Medical Representative. This means that I know how to do some stuff beyond first aid, and when there’s a fire or tornado, I’m designated to help get everyone to safety. I get a nice little pay bump because of it, and there’s a sign hanging over my cubicle, telling everyone I’m just a little bit better than them. Anyway, I’m capable of patching up a bullet injury, because if emergency services aren’t going to come to us, then I’m going to go to them, but I couldn’t let my neighbor bleed out on our way. The husband was shot in the chest, but the wife was shot in the gut. Apparently, he had managed to take the weapon from her after she used it for self-defense. He’s a drunk, and he’s always going after her, and if I can only save one of them, the choice is clear. I could have saved both, but I’ve told the authorities that he continued to be belligerent, and attack us, while I was trying to treat her injuries. He died later, and I don’t feel bad, but the cops might not see it that way. I asked them why they never showed up, and they avoided answering, so I realized that there’s something fishy going on. I looked into it, and learned that the husband was a former cop himself, and his station had mixed feelings about it. They didn’t want to go help him, and they didn’t want to help his wife either, which is even worse. I’m calling the FBI.

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