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“What the fuck is going on?” My throat hurts as I cry out the words. “Why are they arresting him? It was an accident.”
“They found the drugs in the car. He told them that they were his.” The medic hesitates. “They’re suspecting that he’s under the influence of something too.”
No, no, no. This can’t be happening.
“They weren’t his. The pills were mine. I was the one who was high, not him.” I struggle to try and sit up, pressing all of my weight against the straps that hold me down. “Let me the fuck off here. I need to go talk to them. They can’t arrest him. None of this is his fault.”
“You need to calm down. You’re not in good shape right now and we need you to remain still and calm.”
“Fuck you!” I scream at him, thrashing against the straps. The cop grabs Killian from the cuffs, hauling him backward onto his feet. “Killian!”
Killian turns his head, his eyes meeting mine. “I love you,” he mouths silently. Even with the distance between us, it’s impossible to miss the pain that washes over his expression. He hangs his head in defeat.
“Killian! No!” I’m hysterical. The tears stream down my face, my body screams in agony as I fight against the straps, struggling to break free. “Don’t arrest him, please!”
The medic presses my shoulders back as gently as he can. I yelp out in pain from the pressure against my right shoulder and the way that my chest constricts as I struggle to catch my breath. “Brad, I need a sedative now.”
Killian opens his mouth to say something, but I see the cop’s mouth moving as he talks in a low voice to Killian. The cop pulls open the door to the back seat and places his hand on the top of Killian’s head, pushing him down as he shoves him into the car.
“What the fuck! Let him go!” My throat is raw and it burns as I continue to scream. “Let me off of this fucking stretcher!”
I don’t even notice Brad approach as he hands a syringe to the medic that has been hovering over me. He doesn’t say a word as he wraps a tourniquet around my bicep as Brad pushes the stretcher toward the ambulance. The medic doesn’t bother placing an IV. He slides the needle into the first vein that he finds. I continue to thrash around, screaming at the top of my lungs.
It doesn’t take long for the sedative to hit my system. It flows through my body and my head grows heavier. My body begins to feel limp and I struggle to continue to break free. I can’t fight against the medication that begins to pull me back under. My eyelids grow heavy and I can barely keep them open any longer.
I can’t tear my gaze away from the cop car as it begins to pull away. The taillights shine brightly in the darkness of the night and the sedative grows stronger, pulling me under. The last thing that I see before my eyes fall shut is Killian being taken away in the back of a cop car.
“Killian,” I whisper, my voice barely audible as my eyes finally fall shut and I’m pulled back into the dark depths.
* * *
My head throbsand a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach. I struggle to lift my eyelids as they stick to the bottom lids like they’re glued together. I push past the heaviness, forcing them open. They quickly fall shut as the bright light above me burns harshly. The beeping that echoes throughout the room bounces off my eardrums, intensifying the throbbing in my skull.
I lift my eyelids again, squinting against the light as I force them to stay open. My vision is blurred and I blink rapidly as the room comes into focus. The walls are white, the lights above me are brighter than the goddamn sun. My eyes survey the room, taking in my surroundings. I’m in the hospital, hooked up to various monitors and IVs.
As I shift my weight, in an attempt to sit up in the bed, my body screams in protest. The pain strikes me like a bolt of lightning, lighting my nerve endings on fire. My body hurts worse than I did when they pulled me from the car.
Fuck. The car. The accident. Killian...
The monitor starts to beep louder as my heart pounds erratically in my chest. The panic sets in and it threatens to take over. My arm is in a cast, with a sling that keeps it positioned over my chest. My shoulder aches as I push myself up, sitting straight up.
The door to my room suddenly opens and two nurses briskly walk in. “She’s awake,” the blonde one murmurs to the brunette. “Ainsley, you need to lie back down. We can’t have you getting up yet.”
“Fuck you,” I growl at both of them. My voice is hoarse and my throat fucking burns when I attempt to talk. “Where is Killian? I need to see him.”
The brunette, whose name badge reads Jackie, lightly lays her hand on my good shoulder, urging me to lie back against the back of the bed. She lifts the head of the bed, so I don’t have to lie down flat. I give in, my body unable to hold myself up with how weak I am. “You’ve been through a lot. We just need you to relax right now, okay?”
I glance over at the blonde nurse who hangs another bag of fluid and pushes some medication through my IV. “What are you doing?” I ask her suspiciously.
“I’m just giving you something to relax you. Are you in any pain right now?”
My eyes scan her name badge. “I don’t know, Lindsey.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Do you think I’m in pain right now?”
She swallows nervously and Jackie grabs her stethoscope. “I’m going to do an assessment, since you’re awake now.” Jackie turns to glance at Lindsey. “Can you go get Dr. Evans?”
Lindsey nods, before quickly disappearing from the room. Jackie goes through her head-to-toe assessment, checking practically every inch of me. “I’m sure you don’t remember, but my name is Jackie. Lindsey and I have both been your primary nurses while in the ICU.”
ICU? “Why am I in the ICU?” The panic is completely consuming me. “I need to get out of here. I can’t be in here.”
