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While Leo explained to Rose, Mileena made arrangements for Rain to be transported to Perry’s clinic and for security to go with her. Then she called Yarissa.
“Yarissa, this is Mileena. I need you to meet me at the back door now.”
Back inside J.R.’s, it took a while for Yarissa to find her walkie-talkie since she never used it. Once she did find it and remembered how to use it, she said, “Okay, what’s up?”
“Rain’s been shot, and Omari and Nelson are dead.”
“Oh shit! I’m on my way,” Yarissa said, and she ran out of the office.
When the Suburban arrived, Leo and two of his men, Dixon and Eddie, helped Rain get to her feet. “You two go with her,” Leo instructed.
Rain signaled for Rose as Dixon and Eddie helped her get in the back. “I need you to try and keep this contained.”
“I’ll do my best,” Rose promised, but questioned whether it could be done.
“Nobody needs to know that I got shot, understand?” Rain commanded, knowing that it would come out.
“I’ll do my best,” Rose promised again and closed the door. Dixon drove around back to pick up Yarissa and then they were off to Perry’s clinic.
When Perry heard Rain shouting, both he and Glenda rushed into the room to see what was the matter. By the time they got in there, Yarissa had calmed Rain down. Once they examined her, Perry told Rain that he removed the bullets from her shoulder and leg. “But you’ve got a cracked rib and a concussion.”
“You have a nasty gash on the back of your head that required stitches,” Glenda informed her.
“You need to take it easy for a couple of days,” Perry said as he injected something in her IV bag. “But I know that you won’t, so this should relax you for a while.”
“But you lost blood, Rain. You’re weak from that and you have a concussion.” She pleadingly looked at Yarissa. “At least try to get some rest.”
Yarissa laughed to herself. Like I could stop her from getting out of that bed if she wanted to, she thought as Rain started to get out of bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Perry asked.
“Somebody tried to kill me. I can’t stay here and put you and Glenda in that kind of danger.”
“Where will you go?” Glenda asked.
“I got a place,” Rain said as Yarissa helped to steady her. “Get my clothes and don’t forget my guns.”
Rain was out of bed and walking, but it hurt. Her arm felt like it was going to fall off, pain shot through her leg each time she put pressure on it, and it was hard to breathe. She knew that they were right. Rain really needed t
o lay her ass back down and rest. But at the same time, she knew that she was right, and she needed to get outta there. Since she was only shot in the arm and the leg, she hoped to be back on her feet soon.
Once Glenda got the wheelchair, Rain reluctantly sat down, and they wheeled her out to the Suburban. Dixon and Eddie helped her in and then Dixon got behind the wheel.
“Where are we going?” Yarissa asked.
“I told you, I got a place,” Rain said as they got in. She told Dixon where to go and he started it up.
“I’m going with you,” Glenda said, and she got in the back seat with them.
“No, Glenda. It’s not safe for you,” Rain said.
Glenda shut her door. “Drive,” she said. “And it’s not safe for you if I don’t come with you.”
Dixon looked back, Yarissa nodded her head and he drove on. As instructed, he drove about an hour out of the city to a modest three-story row house in a nice neighborhood. When they got there, Yarissa woke Rain from her nod, and she told her the code and she got out to open the garage. Dixon and Eddie got Rain out of the Suburban, took her upstairs to a bedroom on the third level and Yarissa and Glenda made her comfortable.
“Who lives here?” Yarissa asked.
“I grew up here,” Rain replied. The Robinson family lived in that house until Rain was twelve before they moved. When Rain saw that it had gone on the market a few years ago, she bought it to use as a hideaway and for sentimental reasons.