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Amelia tossed Quadir a towel so that he could wipe the sweat from his brow. He quickened his pace on the treadmill to a rapid jog.

“Okay, Jesse Owens, let’s not overdo it,” she told him.

“Relax, doc. I’m one hundred percent. Plus, I had a pretty good therapist who whipped me back into shape.”

Amelia tilted her head and smiled. “Good try, but flattery will get you nowhere.” She climbed onto a nearby stair stepper and began exercising. “I’m going to check and make sure your wounds are healing okay. I don’t want them to reopen from the inside-that could just be the worst.”

“Will you stop worrying? Doc, you did your thing. The Q is back!”

“All right, Qua. Let’s just hope that he’s here to stay. It’d be a shame to have to take you back to the hospital because your gigantic ego burst open your stitches.”

Quadir joined in the laughter. He flipped the off switch on the treadmill and walked to the stair stepper, where he lifted the doc into the air.

“Boy, what are you doing?” she shouted. “You can’t lift me, I’m too heavy. You’ll rip your insides for sure.”

“Heavy? What do you weigh, a buck fifteen at the most? And that’s probably with all your clothes on and soaking wet.” Quadir set her down.

“Watch your wounds, please,” Amelia said in all seriousness as she turned to face him.

“Why? I got the best doctor in the land.”

“I know that’s right. See, I knew you was a smart man.”

“What made you want to become a doctor?” Quadir asked.

“It was all I could think of being when I was a little girl. My first little plastic stethoscope had me hooked.”

“Man, that’s a lot of schooling, though. How’d you stay focused?”

“I don’t know; I just did,” Amelia said.

“I know your family is proud.”

“Oh, God, yes. You should see my father. He has an entire photo collection of me in his wallet. He’s really my biggest fan.”

Quadir sat down on a weight bench, grabbed the towel again, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

“This is a really nice gym you got here.”

“Thanks, I figured since I don’t have any children, no roommates, and no pets, I’d turn the spare room into my own fitness center. Why pay for a gym, you know?”

Quadir looked at Amelia as she lay on her back counting crunches as she moved her upper body off the floor and then back down again. She really was quite amazing. She was not only beautiful, but also smart, practical, financially independent, and full of determination. After Quadir’s extended stay in the inpatient rehabilitation center of Hahnemann, he was upgraded to outpatient status. It was then that Amelia brought him home with her, where she and her housekeeper could nurse him back to health.

“Doctors must make a lot of money.”

“We do pretty good. I think the industry is suffering, you know, with insurance and HMOs and all that, but yeah, we make an honest living.”

“Well, if this is an honest living, I’ve been wasting my time in them streets.”

“Why you say that?”

“Yo, this is a mansion. Your house is absolutely amazing. You sure you just a doctor?”

“Of course; don’t be silly.”

“Damn, I’m in the wrong profession. If motherfuckers in the hood could see this shit here, they’d all be signing up for medical school.”

“Really.”

“Really,” Quadir responded, looking around the weight room.

Outside the door from where he sat was a sauna, a steam room, and an indoor swimming pool that had a retractable glass top, making it an outdoor swimming pool on warm, sunny summer days.

“Why me, though?”

“What do you mean, why you?”

“What I said. Everything you’ve done for me, saving my life, fighting to make me walk again, against my own will, and bringing me to your home. You didn’t have to do half of the stuff that you’ve done for me. So, I’m just a little curious as to why you’re helping me.”

Amelia looked Quadir in the eyes and realized she didn’t really have the answer.

“I don’t know. I guess maybe because you needed someone to help you. I just wanted to help, that’s all,” she said as she gently caressed the side of his face. “Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, it’s just that where I come from most people ain’t into putting themselves out there to help anyone. Help is the last thing you’re gonna get.”

“Well, for me, being a doctor, I guess it’s in my blood.”

“Thank you; thank you for everything.”

“You don’t have to say that, but you’re welcome.”

They both sat in silence as Amelia wrapped up her crunches and Quadir thought about his life. All that he had done and all that he had been through could make a best-selling novel. I should write a book.

Amelia finished her last crunch, hopped up from the floor, and stood towering over Quadir.

“Hey, I got to hurry up and get to the hospital, make my rounds, and check out for the day. Is there anything you’d like me to get you while I’m out?”

“No, no, I’m fine. But I do have a favor to ask of you.”

“Sure, what is it?” she said, facing him with all seriousness.

“I was wondering if I could borrow your car.”

“Ready to rock and roll, huh?”

“No, no, not like that, just get out, you know, move around a little.”

“I understand, but Quadir, you do understand that you cannot afford for anyone to see you. You’re Mr. Smith and until you have some minor plastic surgery, you really need to stay inside and out of sight.”

“I’ll stay low; trust me.”

Amelia stared straight through him as her mind wandered off.

“Well, I guess it’s okay. But, take my black BMW. It has tinted windows, so that way I don’t have to worry about you being spotted. Geez, Quadir, don’t you know the chances you’re taking?”

“Listen, I got this. Trust me. I’m not crazy. I’m not going to let anyone see me.”

“Well, what about the beard and mustache I got for you?”

“Are you serious? That’s a Santa Claus outfit. The only thing that’s missing is the red suit.”

“It is not. Santa’s hair is white; this is like dark brown.”

“He’s a young Santa, then.”

“Well, you’re wearing it.”

“No, seriously. I’m not.”

“Quadir, do you understand the trouble I can get into? You’re wearing the Santa face.”

“Okay, I’ll wear the Santa face,” Quadir agreed, not wanting to bring her any trouble. In a way, she was right. If he were to be spotted alive, she would wind up in a heap of trouble.

“You’ll look great.”

“No, I’ll look like Santa, just younger and black.”

“Well, at least no one will recognize you. Come on, let’s go. I got to get a quick shower and get dressed for my rounds,” Amelia said as she grabbed her water bottle and threw her hand towel around her neck.

“Amelia.”

“Yeah,” she said, turning to face him.

“I just wanted to say thank you. Really. Thank you for everything.”

“You don’t have to keep saying that.”

“No, I do. I really do. I just want you to know that I’m going to repay you, Amelia, for everything. I’m going to give you back all the money you’ve spent helping me.”

“Quadir, you don’t have to. I don’t want your money. I have plenty of money. Really, you don’t owe me anything.”

“I owe you my life and I will repay you, Amelia, if it’s the last thing I do on this earth. You’re not the only one with money, you know,” said Quadir, thinking about his hideout spot and all the millions he had stashed away safely in his safe.

“Money means very little to me, Quadir. There are far more important things in my world than money. Remember, my job is to save people’s lives. Money becomes rather unimportant when you’re staring at death every day.”

Well, it means everything to me. Shit, I hustled too hard and got way too much paper stashed. I need to check everything out and make sure everything’s safe and sound.