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When we got to the hospital, the nurses pulled Ava away from me and into a trauma room. The medical staff scurried around the room, yelling instructions at one another and setting up IV bags. I watched through the window, trying to understand what was happening.
Another nurse yelled and began CPR. Time stood still as I watched the nurses frantically work to save Ava's life.
I felt helpless. I was afraid of losing her. If I could go in there and be with her, maybe she would come back to me.
“Sir, you can’t be back here. She led me away from her. "Do you need medical attention?" she asked.
“What?”
“Are you in need of medical attention? It looks like you are actively bleeding on your side.” She led him into a patient room and lifted up his shirt. “That’s a significant stab wound. Here, sit down. I will get some help.”
"Wait, no. I need to be there when she wakes up." I protested.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I promise we are doing everything for her. But if you don't get this checked out, you won't be there when she wakes up. Stay here, and I'll be right back."
She left me and returned with a doctor. His nametag read:Vance Cloverfield, MD. Resident.He didn't look older than 25, but I didn't care at this point. He could put a Band-Aid on me and then fuck off so I could get back to Ava.
“It’s not that bad.” I winced as he assessed my wound. "Just hurry up so I can get back to Ava."
“Who?” Doctor Cloverfield asked.
“I am a federal agent. My girlfriend just came in a few minutes ago.”
“Ok, sir. Judging by this wound, you'll need more than stitches.”
“I need to stay awake for when she comes out.” I protested.
“If you don’t go to the operating room right now, you won’t be alive when she wakes up. Miranda, call OR 2 and tell them we have a stab victim on the way.”
“Yes, sir.” The older nurse nodded, pulled out her phone, and started arranging to transfer me.
My side was killing me, and I felt woozy, and I couldn't focus on anything but Ava. I needed to get back to her.
As they wheeled me down the hallway to the operating room, Everett ran down the hall to meet me. “Everett, stay with Ava. Don't let her out of your sight.”
My vision faded to black.
I woke up alone in a hospital room with an IV in my arm. My body felt like it had been hit by a train. My muscles ached, and my head felt like it might burst. My throat was dry and sore. I pulled the IV out of my arm and tossed it aside. I gently touched it and could feel the rigid outline of staples holding it together.
Gingerly, I sat up and slid off the bed. Every movement threatened to rip my stitches. Wincing, I peeled off the EKG pads, setting the alarm off on the monitor. I gripped my side and slowly walked towards the nurse's station. I was met by several alarmed nurses who blocked my path and protested against me being out of bed.
“Sir, you need to return to your bed. You just got out of surgery.” Miranda, the older nurse from earlier, said.
“Where is she?" Where is Ava?” I ignored her.
“I am sorry, but I can’t release patient information to anyone but family.”
“What? I brought her in.” I yelled, instantly regretting the severe pain I had caused, and hunched back over.
“I understand, sir, but—”
“James?” Everett called my name. I looked and saw him hurrying towards me.
“Is she ok?” I hobbled over to him.
He had a bandage around his head, and his face was pale. His eyes were filled with worry.
Not his usual expression.
