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Unfortunately, it gives his opponent enough time to kick him in the chest, sending him careening backwards. He hits the porch railing and it buckles with a crunch. The dark-haired guy gets to his knees and reaches into his pocket. I don’t waste time finding out what he’s got in there.
“Hey,” I say, drawing his attention to me. “I wasn’t kidding about the police.”
He squints at me, like he’s trying to figure out who in the hell I am, and in that moment Caleb gets to his feet. He grabs the guy’s greasy black hair and smashes his face into the porch railing.
“We need to leave now,” I say.
Caleb staggers toward me and I put my arm around his waist and help him down the stairs. He’s limping and bleeding. “What happened?” I say as I hustle him down the walk. Catherine’s already in the back, the engine’s still running, but those guys on the porch are stirring. I hear them thumping around behind us.
“They weren’t going to let her go unless I gave up my wallet,” he mumbles.
Catherine jumps out of the car and opens the passenger side, and Caleb dives in as I run around and get in the driver’s side. The dark haired guy is coming down the porch steps when I throw the car into gear and swerve onto the street, knocking over his motorcycle as I speed by.
“Are we going home?” Catherine asks after a few blocks, still sounding panicked.
“No,” I say evenly, “we’re going to the hospital.”
“I-I think I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me. I don’t need to—”
“Look at Caleb!” I snap. He’s slumped against the window, smearing blood across the glass.
“Oh.”
I clench my teeth. Caleb’s told me that she doesn’t respond well to being yelled at, so I need to calm down. I force myself to take several deep breaths, and when I’m finally able to control my voice, I say, “Catherine? Could you do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Please call Amy, and ask her to come to the hospital.” I take another deep breath. “Tell her it’s an emergency.”
 
I gently squeeze Caleb’s hand and let it go. His knuckles are swollen, and two of them are split. The sight of it makes my chest tight. He’s stripped to the waist. His fingers grip the edges of the exam table and his head is hanging. They gave him some heavy-duty ibuprofen, but it hasn’t kicked in yet. There are bruises across his ribs and back. His ankle is swollen but not broken, thank God. His cheek is a little puffy, but the cut on his cheekbone didn’t need stitches.
“I’ll be right back, okay? Can you get dressed again, or do you need help?”
“I’m fine. I can do it,” he mumbles. Resisting the urge to pull him into my arms and never let go, I walk out of the exam room.
He’s okay.  
But I’m not sure I am.
Catherine is in the reception area, curled up and sleeping on one of the vinyl loveseats. I wish I could do the same, seeing as it’s almost five in the morning. My feet are killing me, and I’m still wearing my russet cocktail dress. I must look ridiculous, but I don’t really care.
I only care about one thing right now.
Catherine has a folder with some self-care instructions sticking out of her bag. She spoke to a psychiatry resident as soon as we got here, who interviewed her for an hour and determined she didn’t need to be admitted. Amy got here soon after that and is hunched in a nearby chair. She discards her magazine when she sees me coming.
“How is he?” she asks me. She looks irritable and tired, and I can’t really blame her.
“He doesn’t need to be admitted.”
She sags with relief. “Oh, good.” She picks up her purse. “I’ll go talk to him and then you guys can take Katie and—”
“No, Amy,” I say quietly.
She frowns. “What?”
“I’m taking Caleb, and you’re taking Katie. You guys can come to the apartment and pick up her meds and some clothes, but she needs to stay with you today.”
Her mouth drops open. “No, I-I have kids—”
“I understand that, but here’s the deal: Caleb takes care of Catherine all the time. Every single day. Emotionally, financially, you name it. He doesn’t resent it. He loves her and always puts her first. But it’s a big job, as I’m sure you know.”
“Yes, but—”
“No, not today.” I meet her eyes and don’t look away. There are so many things I could say. So many things I want to say. Stop blaming him. He was abused, too. He needs someone to take care of him because his family has done a shitty job. But instead I focus on the immediate situation, because I suspect that’s all she can handle right now.
“Catherine needs to be supervised, and he can’t do that. He’s going to need to keep his foot up, and he needs to rest. He’ll recover quickly, but only if you help. You can offer him a break, and he needs it so badly right now. You take care of Catherine, and I’ll take care of him. Twenty-four hours is all I want.”
“Twenty-four hours.” She tilts her head. “Why should you get to decide?”
“I don’t—you do. And I know you’ll do the right thing, because you love your brother and sister.”
She nods, and by her tender expression, I can tell that she does love them, but she has no idea how to handle either of their needs.

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Sayangnya, hal ini memberikan waktu cukup lawan untuk menendang di dada, mengirimnya menuruni mundur. Dia hits di beranda pagar dan gesper dengan krisis. Pria berambut gelap mendapat berlutut dan mencapai ke dalam saku. Saya Jangan buang waktu mencari tahu apa yang dia punya di sana."Hei," kataku, menggambar perhatiannya kepada saya. "Aku tidak bercanda tentang polisi."Ia squints saya, seperti dia mencoba untuk mencari tahu yang di neraka saya, dan pada saat itu Kaleb mendapat kakinya. Dia meraih orang berminyak rambut hitam dan Smash wajahnya ke beranda pagar."Kita perlu pergi sekarang," kataku.Kaleb terhuyung-huyung ke arahku dan aku lenganku pinggang dan membantunya menuruni tangga. Dia pincang dan perdarahan. "Apa yang terjadi?" Saya katakan seperti aku buru-buru dia turun jalan. Catherine's sudah di belakang, Mesin masih berjalan, tetapi orang-orang di Balai mengaduk. Saya dengar mereka berdebar di sekitar di belakang kami."Mereka tidak akan membiarkan dia pergi kecuali aku menyerah dompet saya," ia mumbles.Catherine melompat keluar dari mobil dan membuka sisi penumpang, dan Kaleb penyelaman saat aku berjalan sekitar dan mendapatkan di sisi pengemudi. Pria berambut gelap akan datang menuruni tangga Balai ketika aku melemparkan mobil ke gigi dan menyimpang ke jalan, mengetuk atas motornya seperti aku kecepatan oleh."Apakah kita akan rumah?" Catherine bertanya setelah beberapa blok, masih terdengar panik."Tidak," kataku secara merata, "kita akan ke rumah sakit."“I-I think I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me. I don’t need to—”“Look at Caleb!” I snap. He’s slumped against the window, smearing blood across the glass.“Oh.”I clench my teeth. Caleb’s told me that she doesn’t respond well to being yelled at, so I need to calm down. I force myself to take several deep breaths, and when I’m finally able to control my voice, I say, “Catherine? Could you do me a favor?”“What?”“Please call Amy, and ask her to come to the hospital.” I take another deep breath. “Tell her it’s an emergency.” I gently squeeze Caleb’s hand and let it go. His knuckles are swollen, and two of them are split. The sight of it makes my chest tight. He’s stripped to the waist. His fingers grip the edges of the exam table and his head is hanging. They gave him some heavy-duty ibuprofen, but it hasn’t kicked in yet. There are bruises across his ribs and back. His ankle is swollen but not broken, thank God. His cheek is a little puffy, but the cut on his cheekbone didn’t need stitches.“I’ll be right back, okay? Can you get dressed again, or do you need help?”“I’m fine. I can do it,” he mumbles. Resisting the urge to pull him into my arms and never let go, I walk out of the exam room.He’s okay. But I’m not sure I am.Catherine is in the reception area, curled up and sleeping on one of the vinyl loveseats. I wish I could do the same, seeing as it’s almost five in the morning. My feet are killing me, and I’m still wearing my russet cocktail dress. I must look ridiculous, but I don’t really care.I only care about one thing right now.Catherine has a folder with some self-care instructions sticking out of her bag. She spoke to a psychiatry resident as soon as we got here, who interviewed her for an hour and determined she didn’t need to be admitted. Amy got here soon after that and is hunched in a nearby chair. She discards her magazine when she sees me coming.“How is he?” she asks me. She looks irritable and tired, and I can’t really blame her.“He doesn’t need to be admitted.”She sags with relief. “Oh, good.” She picks up her purse. “I’ll go talk to him and then you guys can take Katie and—”“No, Amy,” I say quietly.She frowns. “What?”“I’m taking Caleb, and you’re taking Katie. You guys can come to the apartment and pick up her meds and some clothes, but she needs to stay with you today.”Her mouth drops open. “No, I-I have kids—”“I understand that, but here’s the deal: Caleb takes care of Catherine all the time. Every single day. Emotionally, financially, you name it. He doesn’t resent it. He loves her and always puts her first. But it’s a big job, as I’m sure you know.”“Yes, but—”“No, not today.” I meet her eyes and don’t look away. There are so many things I could say. So many things I want to say. Stop blaming him. He was abused, too. He needs someone to take care of him because his family has done a shitty job. But instead I focus on the immediate situation, because I suspect that’s all she can handle right now.“Catherine needs to be supervised, and he can’t do that. He’s going to need to keep his foot up, and he needs to rest. He’ll recover quickly, but only if you help. You can offer him a break, and he needs it so badly right now. You take care of Catherine, and I’ll take care of him. Twenty-four hours is all I want.”“Twenty-four hours.” She tilts her head. “Why should you get to decide?”“I don’t—you do. And I know you’ll do the right thing, because you love your brother and sister.”She nods, and by her tender expression, I can tell that she does love them, but she has no idea how to handle either of their needs.