I fought as hard as I could against the hands pinning my arms to my sides, kicking out, but that only made them pin my legs too.
“ENOCH!”
I couldn’t hear him anymore. I couldn’t hear his voice.
Was he dead? Was he gone? Did they hurt him?
A mask was over my face, hands and feet tied down, and I couldn’t do anything but scream and scream until I could no longer breath and my lungs gave out.
August 26, Wednesday
Enoch
I scrubbed my hands through my hair, foot tapping erratically as I stared in through the small window on her hospital room door.
“Fuck! They’re just making it worse!” I shouted at the male nurse who had forcibly removed me from Shiloh’s room.
“They’re just doing their job. She needs to calm down, and they’re helping her. You can go back in, once they have sedated her.”
“Fuck,” I gritted out, as her screams reached my ears from the other side of the door.
I needed to be in there. I needed to reassure her that she was safe. Her eyes were swollen shut still, she couldn’t see which I knew was only amplifying the fact that she was scared and felt unsafe.
My arm went flying for the wall, but a hand caught my wrist just before it made contact.
My head jerked to the side as I eyed Crow’s face.
“Sorry,” he said, slowly releasing my wrist, making sure I was going to drop it. “Didn’t want you to break your hand. You wanna punch something,” he lazily gestured to his face, “have at it. Haven’t had a good fist to the face in a while.”
I blinked, head turning to look through the window when the screaming abruptly stopped. I could see that Shiloh was restrained by her wrists and ankles to the bed and I breathed through the anger.
“It’s for her own safety,” the nurse commented.
I shook my head and dropped down into the chair I’d moved outside for Crow. He’d been rotating shifts with Scrappy but I hadn’t seen either of them sit down once.
I slammed my head against the wall and let out a groan.
My phone began ringing in my pocket and I quickly fished it out.
“Fuck,” I muttered before answering. “Hello?”
“Rez, what’s going on? Did your grandmother pass?”
I sighed, giving myself a moment to gather my thoughts. “No. She’s on the mend. It’s my fiancée.”
“What happened?” Onassi asked with concern.
“She came with me to visit my family, here in Pennsylvania. And she was in a car accident,” Onassi muttered a curse, “and has been in the ICU for the past three days.”
“Oh my God, Rez. Is she going to be okay?”
I swallowed, “Y-yeah. Um, she’s stable. Her doctor said she’ll likely be discharged in five to seven days depending on how smoothly her recovery continues.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry, man. What do you need? You need me to approve more leave?”
I sighed with relief that I wasn’t going to have to beg for it. “Yes.Please. I’ll take unpaid if I have to. I just, I can’t leave her here alone. I’m her only family.”
“Of course. I understand. Um,” she clicked her tongue, “you’re still in Harrisburg with your parents?”
