“Room 735. Where is it?” Kenzi asked grabbing a small oriental nurse by the shoulders.
“Down that hall and at the very end. Are you his wife? The Kenzi he keeps mumbling about in his sleep?”
“I better be. I’m the only Kenzi he knows and he’s my husband,” Kenzi replied as she ran down the hall to Shawn’s room.
The doctor was leaving as she was running into the room and she ran right into him.
“Mrs. Douglass?” he asked looking at her.
“Yes. How is he? Will he be okay?” Kenzi asked looking towards the bed but she could only see his feet.
“He has a mild concussion and we've brought him out of the coma but he is asleep right now. His shoulder will take a while to be like new and will need physical therapy after the wound heals, Mrs. Douglass.”
“But he’s okay, right?” Kenzi asked with relief in her voice.
“Yes, he’ll be fine. He’ll be released a couple days as long as it looks like the prognosis is still good. Go see your husband, Mrs. Douglass.”
Kenzi walked over to Shawn and took his hand. His head was bandaged and one eye was swollen darkly. His shoulder was bandaged tightly and propped up with a pillow.
“Thank you, God for not taking him away from me,” Kenzi whispered.
Shawn could sense her the moment she walked into the room. Her scent was the same and just to feel her hand in his was comforting. His brain conjured up unknown images as he succumbed to sleep and dreams.
A man watched the house. Kenzi could be seen through the windows as she changed clothes and it was exciting the man.
Shawn could see himself walk into the room with Kenzi. They kissed and began to make love to each other. And still the man watched with wicked thoughts running through his brain.
Shawn could hear the thoughts in his mind and they all involved Kenzi. He could feel the man’s obsession with her and yet was powerless to do anything as he watched himself through this man’s eyes as he made love to Kenzi.
The dream faded as Shawn’s senses came alive. Sweat was pouring from him as his shoulder and head throbbed in pain. Kenzi’s hand was still clutched in his. He fought to open his eyes and end the nightmare because last he saw the man visualize raping and killing Kenzi.
Chapter 17
Shawn could still feel the evil emanating from the man in his dream. Sweat poured from his body as something in his mind suddenly snapped and his heavy eyelids began to flutter. Every muscle in his body was twitching and he ached to scream out at the injustice of the nightmare he was caught in.
As if caught in the throws of a seizure his body bucked on the bed and suddenly he threw himself forward and was aware of his surroundings. Kenzi slept on a fold out recliner next to his bed, her left arm hanging over the side from when she fell asleep holding his hand.
His shoulder burned and thousands of beeps and alarms were going off, each one pounding at his brain. A heavy-set nurse with reddish-brown hair ran into the room to check out the noise.
“Ah, I see you decided to wake up. Might want to let that little lady know, she’s been here all night without food or drink,” said the nurse as she checked the monitors Shawn was hooked up to.
Shawn looked over at Kenzi again and smiled. Her hair hung over her face in a silken wave and Shawn reached over to gently move the hair away from her eyes.
“Kenzi. Kenzi, wake up,” Shawn whispered brushing her hair back behind her ear.
Kenzi’s eyelids fluttered open and her mouth formed an “O” in shock. Tears formed in her aqua eyes and she very nearly flung herself at him.
“Shawn Michael Douglass! Don’t you ever scare me that way again! Do you hear me? I thought you were dead! I thought I lost you!” Kenzi screamed at him and did not hear the chuckle coming from the doorway.
“Well, I guess I don’t have to yell at him after all. Kenzi’s doing all the yelling for me,” Megan said with a smug smile as she crossed her
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