Deadly Double Love

Deadly Double Love 24

A sudden pressure on my wrist wrenched me from the darkness back into reality. I looked down and saw Scott tying strips of fabric around my wrist. The roughness of the material was painful against the gash I’d made and I uttered a noise of discontent. Scott’s head snapped towards me.

“Kitty?” he said, his voice hopeful.

I tried to respond, but I couldn’t form any words. Instead, a small groan escaped my lips.

“Kitty, are you okay?”

I once again attempted to say something, anything. But instead, everything started to fade away. My eyes slowly closed.

“Stay with me, Kitty!” he begged, sounding terribly frightened. “Don’t go!”

I battled with my heavy eyelids, desperately trying to stay awake for Scott. But in the end, I couldn’t do anything to prevent myself from slipping into the darkness again.

When my eyelids finally fluttered open again, I wasn’t in my room anymore. I tried to push myself up into a sitting position to see where I was, but as soon as I moved my wrist I gasped in pain. I looked down and when I saw gauze wrapped around my wrist, I had no idea why it was there.

“What happened?” I asked myself.

“Kitty!”

I looked over to where the voice had come from and saw Scott rising from a chair across the room.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” he said as he walked over to the side of the bed I was lying in.

“Where am I?” I asked him, my voice hoarse.

“The hospital,” he told me.

“Why?” My voice was shaking slightly due to my hospital phobia.

“You don’t remember?” He sounded shocked.

“No” I said. “I just remember that we were reading Addie’s diary, but nothing else.”

“You were bleeding.” His voice was quiet. “A lot.”

“Why?”

“You cut yourself and it was too deep,” he told me. “You had locked me out, so I broke down your door and saw you passed out on the floor, surrounded by blood. I can’t drive, so I couldn’t take you to the hospital and so I tied some stuff around your wrist to try and stop the blood. Then you woke up, but you were only conscious for a minute before you slipped away again. I didn’t know what to do, so I carried you outside and stood in the middle of a road, waiting for a car to come. When one finally did, I begged them to drive us to the hospital. And now we’re here.”

As Scott retold the events of the day, memories of what had happened came flooding back.

“I remember now,” I said. “Well, I remember the parts I was awake for.”

“I was so worried you weren’t going to wake up,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Were you…” he paused, seemingly uncertain of what to say next.

“Was I what?”

“Were you trying to kill yourself?” he asked in a choked voice.

“No!” I said loudly. “I just had to cut. I didn’t mean to cut so deep though.”

“Why? Why did you have to cut?”

“I just had to,” I told him. “You wouldn’t understand.”

He looked as if he was about to argue with me, but then he caught sight of a nurse looking at us from the door.

“Okay, I told them I was your brother so I could be in here with you. So if they ask, just pretend that I’m your older brother,” he said under his breath so the nurse wouldn’t hear him as she entered the room.

“I see you’re awake,” she said to me.

I nodded, too scared to say anything.

“I’ll get a doctor,” she informed me as she turned to leave.

As soon as she left, my breathing became faster and faster until I was almost hyperventilating.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked.

“I have to get out of here,” I said. “Before the doctor comes.”

“Why?” He questioned.

“I-I’m scared of hospitals. And doctors.”

“You’re scared of hospitals?” He sounded confused.

“Terrified really,” I admitted.

“I don’t know if you’re allowed to just walk out of here,” he said.

“I can’t do this, Scott.” My heart was pounding faster each time I heard footsteps come close to the door.

“We can’t just leave,” he told me.

“Please,” I begged.

“Okay, fine,” he said, giving in. “Come on.”

I slid off of the bed and onto my feet. My knees wobbled and started to give out when Scott caught me.

“I can’t walk,” I told him. “I’m too dizzy.”

“We have to stay then,” he said.

“No, no, I can’t. I can’t stay here, I have to get out.” I yanked out the I.V. that was in my arm and tried to wiggle free of Scott’s grasp.

“I have to go,” I squeaked, my voice sounded high and panicky.

“Okay,” Scott said.

Without another word, he scooped me up in his arms and ran.