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It feels like it lasts for hours. The questions, the answers, what do I say, what do I hide, be careful to keep track. I don’t want to defend or protect the Volkov brothers. But I have to protect myself, and also Aaron. I owe him my life. He did save me, after all.
I’m exhausted, my voice is raw, and I want to kiss Doctor Fernandez when she walks into the room and points at her watch.
“She needs rest,” she says in her firm voice.
“We still have fifteen minutes,” Turner replies in a voice much colder than the one she uses toward me.
“This is my patient, Detective. She woke up from a life-threatening car accident less than twelve hours ago. She was at the hands of a kidnapper for almost two years. I need to run tests and ensure our therapist sees her. My call is that she needs rest, and she needs it now.”
Fuck, that was hot. I can’t help the smug smile that spreads on my lips.
Turner puts a phone on my bedside table. “A little gift from us. There’s an officer posted at your door 24/7,” she says as she hands me her card. “Any problem, you go to him first, call me after. Anything you want to share, you call me first and no one else.”
I don’t reply. I’m gonna throw the card in the trash the second she walks out that door.
As soon as they’re gone, the adrenaline runs out. I close my eyes before Doctor Fernandez can even ask me anything.
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ROSE
Mind over matter(acoustic) - PVRIS
Hushed voices.
“I just want to see if she’s okay, double check it’s really her. Let me in.”
“Mr. White, she’s resting, I can’t—Mr. White, come back here!”
Opening my eyes is almost as hard as the first time. I didn’t realize I was in such a deep sleep. I blink a few times before the voices and the faces make sense.
Tears of happiness spring to my eyes and clog my throat. He’s here.
“Jake,” I rasp as I try to sit up. My thigh is killing me, but right now, I don’t care.
As soon as he hears my voice, he’s unstoppable. He goes past the nurse who was desperately trying to hold him back and practically teleports to my bed.
“Oh my god.” His voice breaks, and his eyes shine. “Ozy…”
Nothing else comes out. He takes me in his arms as much as he can in my sitting position. One of his knees ends up on the bed by my leg, and he practically falls onto me. His hug is tight, too tight. I can’t breathe, I’m in pain, and I can taste blood in my mouth.
But fuck, I don’t care. I can finally hold my twin in my arms after almost two years. I can finally inhale his scent and hear his voice.
“I can’t believe it,” he keeps repeating, his face buried in my hair and his arms choking me.
“Hey,” is all I can say. The pain of missing him disappears and the pure joy comes out in big, fat tears.
I can’t believe that’s what it took. After years of my life not shedding a tear,thisis what it takes.
Happiness.
“Mr. White, she’s got broken ribs. You’re about to perforate her lungs,” the nurse snaps at him.
He’s off me in a split second. “Shit…I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I sniffle, wiping the tears from my bruised face. He does the same. “Stop crying, you fucking idiot. You’re making it a big deal.”
We both chuckle. It sounds the same; his voice is just as raspy as mine, only a little lower.
