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“That’s good.” He smiles at me when I swallow.
My throat is sore, but my body feels good. Of course it’s numb from the pain pills, but I’ll take it after the four days of being strung up outside while being starved and deprived of survival essentials. My head is a little foggy, but he told me it’s the sedation wearing off from earlier.
The sound of an alarm goes off, and I flinch. “One second.” He pats my thigh over the blanket and walks over to the door. He pokes his head out and looks both ways down the hall and then shuts the door, returning to me.
“What’s going on?” I ask over the blaring alarm.
“I’m not sure.” He removes his cell from his pocket and then places it to his ear as he calls someone. They don’t answer because he puts it away after a second.
“Where’s Saint?” I ask worried. I woke up about thirty minutes ago, and Devin was in here with me. He explained what happened and that he and Gavin removed the piece of glass, and I’ve got stitches. My right arm is in a sling because they had to relocate it. Sounds painful, but I feel nothing at the moment. When he started to talk about the test results of my rape kit, I shut down. He wanted to bring in someone to talk to me, and I refused. It won’t change what happened. I want to forget, not let that motherfucker win by having to talk about it.
The hardest part will be Saint. How he’ll feel about me now. How he’ll treat me.
“Don’t worry, Ashtyn. I’m sure he’s fine.” His cell rings, and he digs it out again, answering it. “What the fuck is going on?” he tries to whisper, but I hear him clear as day over the blaring alarm. “What?” he barks.
I pop another piece of ice into my cracked lips. I’m so thirsty, it’s just not enough. So I pop two in this time.
The door swings open, hitting the interior wall, and a male nurse pops his head in. “We’re moving everyone to the morgue,” he rushes out, and then he’s gone.
“What?” I look at Devin. “Why?”
He doesn’t answer me, but the way his phone call just went, I think he knows and doesn’t want to tell me.
The door opens again and this time I get nervous when Saint rushes in. Afraid to have the conversation about how another man used me—made me a whore. But my nervousness turns to concern when I see how dirty he is. He’s got blood on his shirt; I’m guessing that’s mine. But he’s also got dirt on his face, neck, and arms.
“May I speak to you for a moment?” he asks Devin tightly.
“What’s going on, Saint?” I try to adjust myself of the bed.
“Nothing, sweetheart.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, and I get butterflies. I was so terrified he’d be mad at me. Hate me or no longer want me. “We’ll be right outside for a second.”
Before I can say anything, they both rush out and into the hall, letting the door close behind them. I lean my head back, trying to ignore the damn alarm and close my heavy eyes. I’m so tired. I’m sure it’s a combination of the drugs and the past four days of my life.
I hear the door open but keep my eyes shut, knowing it’s Saint and Devin returning. “Everything checked out, Saint,” Devin says softly. “She’s in no danger.”
“Saint?” I hear a man speaking. “We’ve got to move Haidyn’s body…”
“What do you meanHaidyn’s body?” I ask, my eyes springing open.
Saint’s jaw hardens, but he doesn’t say anything to the guy.
“Saint?” I start to sit up but a sharp pain shoots up my side, and I roll onto it. Fuck, what happened to the pain meds? Are they wearing off?
“Lie down, Ash, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, coming over to me.
“What’s going on?” I ask, and tears sting my eyes. Why isn’t he telling me anything? “Where is Haidyn?” My throat closes, knowing what he’s going to say. Why would they move us all to the morgue? And why did he say body? Does that mean he’s dead?
The alarm continues to blare, but their refusal to answer my question is deafening silence. “Saint?” I demand, my voice rising. “What the fuck does he mean?” My eyes shoot to the male nurse, and he stares at the floor. “Saint, please…”
“He’s gone, Ash,” Saint answers softly.
Haidyn’s dead?I feel my chest tighten. They killed him? “Nooo.” I choke out, sucking in air that makes my throat burn. I grab at my neck, my skin all of a sudden hot as if being branded all over.
“Calm down, sweetheart.”
I’m gasping, my stomach knotting, and a weight sits on top of me.
“Give her something.” He barks at Devin.
