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And Callum. God, I wanted to call him, but what would I even say at this point. He hated me. The voice I thought I’d heard before had to have been my mind playing a cruel trick on me. The hatred I had seen in Callum’s eyes the day at the dean’s office let me know in no uncertain terms what he felt about me.
There was no need to be sad, because he had also done things to me, even if I couldn’t remember what they were right now. I shook my head once or twice, then stopped as a fresh wave of pain washed over me.
“Miss Cortland, I’m Detective Anthony Day with the Chicago Police Department. Is now a good time to talk?”
I knew if I declined that they would just wait outside of my room, so it was best to get it over and done with. “My head is still a bit fuzzy, but I’m fine to proceed.”
“Good,” he said, then looked over at the nurse who smiled apologetically at him before exiting the room. The officer then pulled one of the nearby chairs over to my bed. “Do you remember anything that happened this evening?”
“Outside of being drugged, it’s still jumbled.”
“That’s understandable. You’re very lucky to be alive. Between the drug, your physical condition, and potential hypothermia, I might’ve been having a very different conversation with your next of kin.”
“Can you tell me where I was found? It might help rejog my memory.”
The officer explained that I was just off of campus at a classmate’s apartment when I was located in an unconscious state on the rooftop. I knew he hadn’t needed me to remember that as it was common knowledge in whatever report he was hastily scribbling things down on. The classmate could only be one person.
“T-Travis,” I croaked out before I started to cough.
“Yes, Travis Harrison.”
“How is he?” I asked, and when I saw the look on the man’s face, I knew. “He shot my partner and stole his gun before taking a hostage on the rooftop.”
“A hostage?” I asked. Was he talking about me?
“Let me see who it was...” he said as he looked down at his report. “Ahh yes, it was Callum Meyers.”
“Callum?” I had heard his voice after all. “Is he—”
“He was injured, but will make a full recovery.”
The knot in my chest loosened, but I had to know about Travis as well. “And Travis?”
“He was killed after engaging in gunfire with another officer.”
“Oh God!” I covered my head with my hands, ignoring the pain as it caused an inadvertent pull on the IV.
“Do you remember anything that happened between you and Mr. Harrison this evening?” he asked me.
I uncovered my hands and tried to remember. As I closed my eyes and focused on my former friend, the puzzle pieces began to click into place. Before I knew it, I had started to piece together everything from the abduction in my parking garage, to waking up in his place. I detailed what I could about how Travis had stalked me, and Callum, and finally finished by revealing how obsessed he had been with me.
When finished, he patted my arm. “Again, you’re very lucky to be alive. If Mr. Meyers hadn’t seen something of yours and insisted that we check outside, you would’ve certainly frozen to death.”
So Callum had seen the sick shrine Travis had of me, and had been the one to save my life. “Very lucky indeed,” I mumbled to him.
“I think I have everything I need for now. When you head clears up, I’d like to get another statement from you just to make sure we didn’t miss anything.”
“Okay,” I replied, then watched the man as he got up and left the room. I immediately reached for the call button, but before I could press it, my nurse returned. “Can you tell me if someone was brought here with me?”
The officer had mentioned Callum being taken hostage and injured, so odds were that he was here in this very hospital somewhere. I had to find him, if for not other reason than to thank him for what he’d done. As much as I missed my mother, I wasn’t ready to die, and because of him, I know had a chance to live life, even if would be much less of one without him in it.
“There was a gentleman, and he’s a few doors down from this room.”
“Which one?” I asked as I sat up fully in bed.
“Nicole, I must implore you to lay back down. You’re not in condition yet to go traipsing around this hospital.”
“I have to see him,” I told her when my feet hit the floor and I tried to stand up. A wave of dizziness wracked me, and I almost stumbled, and very well would have had she not have been there to catch me.
