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He shakes his head.

“When he’s out of ICU?”

I plead desperately.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Williams. With your compromised immune system, it’s just not safe for you to be anywhere but the cancer ward inside of this hospital.”

“You mean, I won’t be able to see him until he’s discharged? What if he dies? I won’t get a chance to say goodbye. This isn’t fair.”

I’m in hysterics. I know this. I can’t even see properly because I just can’t stop crying.

“I’ll come back and check on her in a little while,” Dr. Stone tells Ghost. “These treatments typically take three hours and she’s going to need someone to help take care of her when she leaves. And, she has to leave, Mr. Knight. She can’t stay in this hospital any longer than what is necessary.”

“I understand,” Ghost says. “Don’t worry about Bitsy. We would never leave her to go through this on her own. She’ll be staying with me.”

Knowing I need to stay in this seated position for my treatment, I fall back against the raised bed, turn my head to the side, and pray with everything I have.

Please heal him, God. Please, don’t take him away from me.

As I was released from the hospital, Ghost was there to take me under his wing. He had promised to help me through this difficult time, to take me to my treatments, and to ensure I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend or protector.

I desperately wanted to wait with the guys for news on Viper’s surgery, but Ghost wouldn’t hear it. He told me I needed to leave. Instead of taking me to his house or the clubhouse, he decided it would be better for me to be in an environment that I was already comfortable with. So, we’re at Viper’s house.

Ghost helps me up the stairs and to Viper’s bed, and that’s where I lay until Ghost walks in hours later with his phone in his hand.

His face is grim, and instantly I think the worst. He’s dead.

“He’s alive,” he says causing me to release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Sitting beside me on the bed, he holds my hand and I just know he doesn’t have good news. “He’s in extremely critical condition. He’s not breathing on his own and he’s lost a massive amount of blood. Doc got to him just in time to stop some of the bleeding. A few more minutes and he would have died.”

“Oh god,” I cry.

“There’s more, sweetheart.”

I bow my head and let my tears fall, silently waiting for the rest of Ghost’s news.

“He has a brain bleed,” he tells me. “They were able to stop it but we won’t know if there is any lasting damage until he wakes up.”

“Ifhe wakes up,” I whisper.

“When.You dishonor his love for you, Bitsy.”

“It’s not dishonor, Ghost,” I tell him. “I’m trying to be reasonable. No matter how much he loves me, it’s not going to prevent his death if his brain doesn’t heal. Or, Lord forbid, he has another aneurysm.”

Ghost reaches into his pocket and pulls out a necklace before leaning forward and sliding it over my head.

“Have faith, Bitsy,” he tells me. “There’s no way in hell Viper will stop fighting.”

I look down and see the black and silver cross necklace that usually graces Viper’s neck. I cling to the cross and once again, I pray. My faith hasn’t always been strong, but if these prayers are answered I will be sitting right with the Obsidian clan each Sunday at church.

Now, it’s a waiting game. One that, I know, will test the limits of my patience and resolve. But I’ll hold on for as long as it takes, knowing, hoping, and praying that Viper will pull through. He promised me a future together, and I will hold him to that promise.

My stomach churns, but this time, it isn’t from my anxiety.

Ghost rushes to grab the bucket, but it’s too late.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, completely mortified that I just threw up all over the bed in front of Ghost. “I’ll clean it up.”

“You’ll do no such thing, sweetheart,” he tells me. “Ma would have my hide if she thought I made you clean something when you’re feeling so sick. You lay back, and I’ll switch your blanket for a clean one. Do you know where he keeps them?”

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