Page 39 of Naked Truth
“What’s happened?” she asks, eyes wide with disbelief.
“She—” My voice chokes. “She slit her wrists. I found her, and… and she needs help, quickly.”
There’s a flurry of movement.
Nurses rush out, their faces a mix of urgency and concern.
They take her from my arms, and I feel a piece of my soul go with her.
“Please, please…” I breathe, fists clenched, terrified it’s too late.
Cheyenne steps up beside me. “We got her here as fast as we could. Now she’s in their capable hands.” Her voice trembles, but she tries to sound strong.
“Fuck, I need her to be okay.” I cry out, no one understanding the way I feel for her.
I’m sure I look raw and desperate.
“Miles,” Siren’s voice cuts through the panic. She stands there, shaking, looking at me with somber eyes. “We need to think positively right now, okay?”
“Think positively?” I snap, locking eyes with her. “I found her after she slit her fucking wrists. I saw what she did to herself, but why did she do it? Why?!”
“You bein’ a mess right now ain’t gonna help her none,” Bull steps closer, his big frame looming over us. “You think she wants you freakin’ out like this? I assure you, she doesn’t.”
I throw my hands up, frustration boiling over. “Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”
I can’t stand still.
I need to move.
“Wait.” Cheyenne’s voice softens. “You’re supposed to wait until they let us know whatever the hell is going on. All we can do right now is pray, and trust that she’s in the most capable hands.”
“Trust them?” I scoff, pacing again. My heart races, pounding against my ribs like it's trying to escape. “What if it’s too late?”
“Don’t say that, man.” Bull shakes his head, crossing his arms. “You’re gonna make Siren worry worse,” Bull motions to Siren, who’s honestly barely holding it together.
She has a hand over her mouth and her eyes are filled with worry.
I take a deep breath, trying to settle the anxiety clawing its way in my chest.
A nurse strides past, clipboard in hand.
My gut twists. “Excuse me!” I call after her.
She doesn’t stop, but I want to grab her, shake her. “When will we know something?”
“Sir, please—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“Please, just tell me.” I lean forward, desperation edging my voice.
“Just give me a moment and I’ll see what I can find out.” She glances at me, eyes filled with sympathy as she disappears down the hall.
“See?” Cheyenne says, trying for optimism. “They’re working on her.”
“I wish I could feel better, but I’m fuckin’ worried. Okay?” I grit my teeth. “There’s so much shit I never said to her, and what happens if she’s gone? What then?”
“Stop thinking like that.” Siren reaches for my arm, grounding me. “We’re going to get through this, and we need to have some hope.”
“Hope?” I shake my head, the weight of what happened crashing over me again.