“Because you are Avidya Ray,” Violet answered. “You were kidnapped, and then what looks like to be manhandled, Ineedto check you over. Please.”
“Okay,” I said, still confused. Why was I so important? Why did everyone know me, but yet I did not?
“Thank you,” she said before gently undoing the wrap on my arm. Somehow, she was quick in looking me over from head to toe. She was gentle as the first few times her skin touched mine, I couldn’t help from flinching from her touch. I didn’t mean to, but my body did it anyhow.
“I don’t think anything is broken, as your breathing is fine. So is your range of motion,” she concluded. “I do have some painkillers, a light dose of oxycodone, that will only help with the pain. No side effects like the ones you are currently experiencing. Once you get some more sleep, the dizziness and lightheadedness will pass. Zach was not thinking when he gave you what he did.”
“It was the weakest I had out of everything,” Zachariah defended, no longer upset at this woman. “So why are you here?”
“Julia called, concerned because you hadn’t called her,” Violet answered. “She was worried. So, she asked me to stop by.”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” Zachariah muttered.
“She cares,” Violet said with care.
“I’m surprised you haven’t asked why she’s here,” he said, letting me lean against his side as he made himself comfortable next to me.
“Shecan hear you. Just because my eyes don’t want to stay opened, doesn’t mean I don’t have working ears,” I said, my voice surprisingly clear.
“Sorry,” Zachariah laughed, shaking me in the process.
“I got the short version,” Violet said. “And that’s enough for me know for now. I’ll let you two be. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”
“I think I can handle this old man here,” I mumbled out.
“Another side effect,” Zachariah laughed out. “And I’m not old.”
“Older than her,” Violet joked. “I hope to see you again soon, but not on my doctor watch, Avidya. I think we will get along wonderfully.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Zachariah groaned out.
Violet left, leaving a bottle of pills in the kitchen for me, if I decided I needed something to take the edge off the pain. Zachariah turned the TV on, letting me stay in his arms as he kept one wrapped around me.
“I feel safe here,” I mumbled out as I began to doze off.
“Good,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll make sure you stay that way.”
“Promise?” I asked, nearly asleep.
“Promise till my heart stops beating.”
