going,” he smoothed, calmly and suddenly it felt like the difficulty in breathing had peaked and the burden began to ease.
“Give her the sedative!” the medic from the back with Derek yelled out. “We have to go!”
“She’s fine!” the driver barked.
And I was…
“Fourteen,” I said, feeling my breath return fully.
“Atta girl!” And with that, he pulled away and started the ignition.
It was a race to the hospital. I knew it had to be, but I wouldn’t have known, because I sure as hell didn’t register anything going on.
All that I could do was wrap myself in my own little world of thoughts until we were there, and they rushed Derek through the emergency room doors.
And when all that happened, I still didn’t register much. I felt my body move animatedly, as if I was being possessed, and I lunged as quickly as I could through the large glass and metal doors.
I heard cries and wails throughout the halls, but I tried to ignore them. I had to. Their vague calls for help were breaking my concentration. I had to focus on Derek.
I had to think positively, and hearing other terrorized cries wasn’t the way to do it.
Chapter 3
When his eyes opened for a brief moment, I could do nothing but focus on the panic and confusion that seemed to be in them. And I could tell that he didn’t know why he was there. He didn’t remember anything—at least not from the time he fell to the time he arrived at the hospital.
I only wondered if he remembered that I left.
“I will never leave you again!” I sobbed, clutching onto his hand, but as soon as I did, he fell back into unconsciousness. The attending emergency room doctor looked at me with sad eyes, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was sympathy because he knew that Derek was dying.
“Is he going to be okay?” I cried out to the older gentleman. He was tall, with white hair, but a youngish looking face. It was strange, and normally I would have harped on his hair and face not matching up in age, but I didn’t care to do that now. I was too concerned for Derek.
“He’s stable right now,” he said in a kind tone.
But it didn’t reassure me. In all truthfulness, “right now” did nothing for me. I wanted to know more than just “right now”.
My head dropped to the side as I looked for familiar faces—family, friends, anything or anyone who would flooding in to see Derek and check on him. However, I soon realized that no one was coming. I hadn’t called anyone; no one else knew. Just me.
Not only that, but the only people able to come would have likely been his family… and I wasn’t even sure if he had told them yet.
“Have you called his family?” the doctor asked.
“I don’t have any of their numbers.” I lied. Both of his parents had contacted me with their information after I met them the first time. Derek didn’t even know that I had their information, so I wasn’t going to tell a doctor. Especially without knowing if Derek had even told them about his illness in the first place. If he was fine, I didn’t want to worry them.
I wanted him to tell them though. On his terms.
Although I knew that they deserved to know—and I felt like absolute shit for not just telling them myself.
“He only had his primary physician as his emergency contact, and I felt that was strange, but I gave him a call.”
“They’re stepbrothers,” I said and sighed.
“Excuse me?” the man asked, and immediately I could tell that his mind went to the exact same place mine had the first time I found out.
“Stepbrothers,” I reassured, not giving a damn if I got Dr. Freeman in trouble with my “slippage”.
“Right…” he sighed. “Well, I gave him a call, and he should be here soon.”
“Great.” I rolled my eyes.
Like I was looking forward to his presence…
I looked at him once again and pain immediately thudded against my heart with every memory that flashed of him lying on the floor.
And I could do
“Give her the sedative!” the medic from the back with Derek yelled out. “We have to go!”
“She’s fine!” the driver barked.
And I was…
“Fourteen,” I said, feeling my breath return fully.
“Atta girl!” And with that, he pulled away and started the ignition.
It was a race to the hospital. I knew it had to be, but I wouldn’t have known, because I sure as hell didn’t register anything going on.
All that I could do was wrap myself in my own little world of thoughts until we were there, and they rushed Derek through the emergency room doors.
And when all that happened, I still didn’t register much. I felt my body move animatedly, as if I was being possessed, and I lunged as quickly as I could through the large glass and metal doors.
I heard cries and wails throughout the halls, but I tried to ignore them. I had to. Their vague calls for help were breaking my concentration. I had to focus on Derek.
I had to think positively, and hearing other terrorized cries wasn’t the way to do it.
Chapter 3
When his eyes opened for a brief moment, I could do nothing but focus on the panic and confusion that seemed to be in them. And I could tell that he didn’t know why he was there. He didn’t remember anything—at least not from the time he fell to the time he arrived at the hospital.
I only wondered if he remembered that I left.
“I will never leave you again!” I sobbed, clutching onto his hand, but as soon as I did, he fell back into unconsciousness. The attending emergency room doctor looked at me with sad eyes, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was sympathy because he knew that Derek was dying.
“Is he going to be okay?” I cried out to the older gentleman. He was tall, with white hair, but a youngish looking face. It was strange, and normally I would have harped on his hair and face not matching up in age, but I didn’t care to do that now. I was too concerned for Derek.
“He’s stable right now,” he said in a kind tone.
But it didn’t reassure me. In all truthfulness, “right now” did nothing for me. I wanted to know more than just “right now”.
My head dropped to the side as I looked for familiar faces—family, friends, anything or anyone who would flooding in to see Derek and check on him. However, I soon realized that no one was coming. I hadn’t called anyone; no one else knew. Just me.
Not only that, but the only people able to come would have likely been his family… and I wasn’t even sure if he had told them yet.
“Have you called his family?” the doctor asked.
“I don’t have any of their numbers.” I lied. Both of his parents had contacted me with their information after I met them the first time. Derek didn’t even know that I had their information, so I wasn’t going to tell a doctor. Especially without knowing if Derek had even told them about his illness in the first place. If he was fine, I didn’t want to worry them.
I wanted him to tell them though. On his terms.
Although I knew that they deserved to know—and I felt like absolute shit for not just telling them myself.
“He only had his primary physician as his emergency contact, and I felt that was strange, but I gave him a call.”
“They’re stepbrothers,” I said and sighed.
“Excuse me?” the man asked, and immediately I could tell that his mind went to the exact same place mine had the first time I found out.
“Stepbrothers,” I reassured, not giving a damn if I got Dr. Freeman in trouble with my “slippage”.
“Right…” he sighed. “Well, I gave him a call, and he should be here soon.”
“Great.” I rolled my eyes.
Like I was looking forward to his presence…
I looked at him once again and pain immediately thudded against my heart with every memory that flashed of him lying on the floor.
And I could do
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