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‘Mikey’s been taken to hospital. He was attacked.’
‘What?! Oh my God! Is he going to be OK?’ She put her hand to her mouth trying to take in what was being said.
‘Freya, let’s just get in the lift and get up to the manager’s office.’ He grabbed her hand.
‘Is there more? Is there something you’re not telling me?’
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She felt sick.
‘Let’s get in the elevator. Please.’ There was real concern in his tone.
‘Nick, you’re scaring me. Please tell me.’
Whatever it was, she needed to hear it. She followed him into the lift and the doors closed.
‘I don’t exactly know what happened, but Mikey’s been beat up pretty bad and the car is a mess. I mean a real mess. It looks like someone took an iron bar to it and just smashed it to pieces.’
Freya put her hands to her face and felt a surge of fear run through her. She began to feel like her chest was going to burst and the grip of terror rose up into her throat. Before she knew it, she was struggling to breathe.
‘Freya, come on, calm down. Take a deep breath. Slow breaths and look at me.’ He took both of her hands and tried to turn her towards him.
‘I… need to get… out of here.’
Her breathing was rapid now and she wasn’t inhaling properly. Short, shallow bursts were all she could manage.
‘It’s three more floors, OK? Just keep taking deep breaths and look at me. Everything is going to be fine.’
Her chest was burning and she still couldn’t get her breath. She felt out of control and dizzy.
The lift bell rang and the doors opened.
‘We’re here, OK? Come on, let’s get you sat down with a glass of water.’
‘It’s… my father… he’s going to…’ Freya tried to speak as Nicholas hurried them both along the corridor. Why was talking difficult? It came so naturally to her. Now it was exhausting.
‘Don’t try to speak, just breathe.’
She leaned into him for support.
‘I…’ she began.
She felt really lightheaded now. As if she’d sucked in the gas from a helium balloon. Walking wasn’t so easy. In fact, lying down seemed really appealing. She slumped to the floor.
‘Freya? Oh God! Martin! Call an ambulance!’ Nicholas yelled.
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Freya opened her eyes and immediately shut them again. There was a bright-white light positioned directly over her head. It could only mean one thing. She was in hospital where nice, subtle lighting didn’t exist. She felt sick and her mouth was dry.
‘Freya,’ Nicholas whispered.
She felt his fingers running softly through her hair and she really wanted to go back to sleep.
‘Freya, are you awake?’
She lifted her eyelids open again and this time, turned her head slightly and looked at Nicholas. He was sat in the chair next to her, an anxious expression on his face. He took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.
‘How’s Mike?’ Freya croaked. She tried to sit up but found she was attached to a drip and the tube tightened with every movement.
