… life has a way of being a fickle bitch…
My head throbs…
There’s beeping…
I also hear a few people whispering.
And there’s a smell, only I can’t figure out exactly what the smell is.
I open my eyes, seeing Khan and Ash standing in the room with me. They’re talking so quietly that I cannot hear what they are saying. It confuses me as I notice the sling that Ash’s arm is in.
I’m trying to listen to them for a few minutes before they even notice that I’m awake.
“Ella.” They both gasp as they move over to the bed, sitting down in the chairs next to it.
Where’s Axe?I don’t say it out loud, but I’m judging based on their uncomfortable demeanor, they understand. Khan nods his head before he walks out of the room leaving only Ash and me to talk.
“El, um,” Ash looks away, not really wanting to meet my stare before he sits down, pulling the chair close to the bedside, “What do you remember?”
“Um,” I try to think back. “I was in the basement. Care had just gotten through the window and Marc had come back in. He poked me with something.”
“He drugged you,” he pauses as he looks back up, “with ketamine.”
“Oh.” I look away. He still hasn’t answered my unasked question.
“I know you want to know where he is…” his head falls.
“No,” I gasp, instantly tears filling my eyes.
“Ella,” he reaches over to me, touching my arm. “He’s alive. It’s just…” he takes a deep breath. “He’s not awake yet.”
“What do you mean, not awake?” I lift my hands as I talk and the bandages on my right-hand surprise me. Looking at my hands, I gasp. Images flood my mind, and I can feel the tears prick my eyes. I see the vision playing with me as I run from the house, not even sure how I finally got out, but I’m running. I hear Marc behind me, so I attack.
I stab him slightly in the side before I latch around him and try to put him in a sleeper hold, but I slip and he slams me to the ground. As he does that, the glass falls from my hand.. He’s caging me in, gripping my hands above my head, and I’m fighting against him.
He calls me babydoll, and I get pissed. Because only Axe can call me babydoll. My hand finally breaks free and I feel around for the glass, gripping a hold of it and drive it into his abdomen with every amount of force I can produce.
Only it’s not Marc, it’s Axe…
“I stabbed him.” I whisper out.
“Ella, you were in a drug-induced psychosis.”
“Oh, God…” I sob out, covering my face. “I stabbed him. And what do you mean he’s not awake yet? Is he in a coma?”
“No,” she shakes his head, “he had to have surgery. He should wake up soon.”
“I need to see him.” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
“You need to rest.”
“No Ash, I need to see him.” I shout as I try to get up from the bed.
“Ella, stop. You can’t. You need to rest. I shouldn’t have even said anything, but I know you were asking me as soon as you woke up. You would remember. And I didn’t want you to remember when you were alone.”
“I need to see him.” I stress to Ash before he exhales loudly and nods his head.
“I’ll go ask someone.”
