Chapter 43
Avidya
Beep. Beep. Beep.
With every beat of my heart, my body thumped in pain. Yet at the same time, I felt as though . . . well, nothing. Pain and nothing all together. It was a weird feeling.
Was I alive?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Flashes of lights, broken glass and a gun kept flashing right in front of my closed eyes.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I think I was alive. It was hard to tell. My thoughts were all over the place as I kept reliving the car crash. A car crash that I think was purposely set up.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Was that beeping speeding up?
Please, God!
My breath began to come quicker, almost so fast that I couldn’t keep up with my thoughts, emotions and breathing all at once. It was too much.
~oOo~
“I’m sorry, sir. You can’t be in here,” spoke a quiet, timid but yet affirmative voice.
“I’m not leaving.” It was Jonas. I’d know his voice anywhere. “I don’t trust those officers out there.”
“Fine,” spoke the woman again, giving in way too easily.
There was a pause as I assume the woman moved around the room, checking things. There was the constantly beeping to my right, along with what sounded like a drip.
“How is she?” Jonas asked out, his voice quiet. I heard him shift in his seat.
“She’ll heal up just fine,” the woman answered. “Banged up, as you can tell. She’ll need a bit of physical therapy after she’s healed. I’ve seen worse.”
“When will she wake up?” Jonas asked.
“When she’s ready to,” was her reply. “She was a bit worked up when my shift started, and the doctor gave her a dose of something to calm her.”
“Thanks,” Jonas said, not saying anything else.
It got quiet again in the room. The only sounds were the beeping noise and Jonas’ breathing. My own was much calmer now. Things made a bit more sense, somewhat. I had no idea for sure where I was at or where Zachariah was. But with Jonas here, I gathered I was as safe as I could be.
What had happened exactly? There was something I was missing. There was a car crash, but there was more to it. Much more.
A slight pressure on my hand made my mind go back to Jonas. I briefly wondered why he was here and not Zachariah. Was Zachariah busy with working? Was he okay?
“Hey,” Jonas said, squeezing my hand slightly. I wanted to squeeze back, but my hand didn’t agree. It stayed there limp as my mind willed it to move. “You’ll be okay, Vidie.”
He paused but didn’t let go of me. It sounded like he was about to cry. Why would he cry?
“You’re in a hospital,” he finally went on after a few minutes. “You and Zach were in a car crash. A bad one. The guy that ran into you on purpose passed away, and it’s probably a good thing that he did. Carlos is looking into the footage that was nearby the crash site to figure out who tried to finish you both off. He had the chance to do so, but you are both alive. Barely.”
He paused again. I could picture him rubbing a hand down his face as he tried to get his words together.
