“Text me if he wakes up.” He says to me before hugging me. “Try to rest if he is still asleep.”
I agree and follow Lucy through the door.
“He might wake up for a few minutes, it’s the pain though because he’s restless not alert. If he does that don’t be alarmed, just press the call button and I will be there lickety split.” She say’s before showing her badge to two of Drakes men who sit outside his door.
“Wood pony.” She says, but the guy just smiles before looking to me.
I roll my eyes annoyed. “She said it already, I’m sure she can vouge.” I say.
“I need ID regardless ma’am.”
I show him my ID, understanding the need for the security based on who he is, but there was no way I looked like the Jenny Pope in my driver’s license picture.
He eyes the photo and then me when I snap. “I had work done.” I sneer. “Obviously I look like this for the same reason he is in there. Now, I have fought one asshole in the last twenty-four hours, I will do it again.”
I am squaring up to fight this guy when Lucy smacks his arm.
“Stop being a bully and let her see her man.” She says, weaseling past him and swiping her card to unlock his door.
When I walk in the room, it is still a shock to my system. He is pale, sleeping to the tune of monitors as theybeep… beep.. beep... I watch the machines that show me he is alive, and weep.
Lucy squeezes my shoulder, but says nothing as she slips from the room.
Cal
I wake slow, like fog clearing and the beeping nearby flashes me to a hospital a few years back as we waited on Noah to wake up. I try to sit up, but the pain everywhere stops me. I see a mass of red hair hanging over her face and I calm seeing my firefly. Everything rushes back with an astonishing clarity and the beeping now is from my racing heart as I recall who the fuck I tried to kill.
Rapist.
Scumbag.
Filthy fucking cocksucker fuckstick mother fucker!
I see her startle, then cry out from pain as she looks to the monitor then me.
“Caly?” She says and it undoes me.
I feel the tears in my eyes when I saw her beaten and bruised face, the split lips and handprint on her throat like the mother fucker branded her.
“Hey you…” I say, my throat like sand paper. “Water?” I ask as she looks around the room.
“I don’t think there is any baby. Hold on.” She says, then presses a button on the side of my bed. A sweet woman who sounds elderly answers.
“Yes, what can I do for you Jenny?” She says and I realize I must have been out a while if they know her by name.
“He is awake Lucy and needs a drink.” She says as she stands beside my bed now. Her hand gently stroking over the side of my head. I try to lift my arm to touch her and see some contraption with pins holding it together in some metal halo thing. Fear grips me when I realize it is broken, badly and it is my dominant hand.
This break is a career killer.
“My hand… Jen?” I question, fear tackles me but the pain in my abdomen halts me. I look down to the spot the fucker stabbed me and I begin to wonder how fucking close to death I am.
“I will be right there and let the Doctor know honey.” The nurse says.
Jen looks at me, calm and loving like the rock she is. “Your hand will be fine. They have a surgeon coming tomorrow to fix it.” She leans down to kiss me but stops short.
“I want to kiss you, but my lips hurt.” She says, but kisses me sweetly on the cheek.
“What did he do to you?” I ask when a sob breaks free. It hurts like hell to cry, but I can’t hold back the fear at seeing her perfect face broken and bruised by that son-of-a-bitch.
