TWENTY-FOUR
Grant
A sudden amount of commotion pulls me from my thoughts. Looking up I see Natalia sitting up on her bed throwing up while she is quickly wheeled back to her room. "Hey! Natalia!" I call out, but I'm ignored.
Without thought I rip out my IV and heart monitors as I stand and walk to the door. I stand up too fast so my vision is all pins and needles for a few seconds so I rest in the doorway for a moment or two. Once I can see again, I hobble to Natalia's room, as I make my way over I lean on anything I can. Once I finally make it to her room, I am out of breath and exhausted. I should lay down, but I just get to Natalia and take her hand.
"Sir, you need to leave the room." A male nurse orders me.
The nurse tries to take a hold of my shoulders and force me out. "Don't. Touch. Me." I say coldly. I stay where I am.
Her skin is shiny with sweat and her breath is swift with her eyes wide. She is clearly uncomfortable. After a few moments I feel her hand hold mine and she lays her head back. Natalia's eyes soon close and she drifts to sleep.
"What happened to her?" I question her doctor.
"She had an infection that gave her a fever." He explains to me.
"I need a chair." I order leaning on the bed. A nurse brings one behind me and I sit down and lean to it for a little while, just until I catch my breath.
"You should go back to your room." The doctor suggests.
"I need to stay here for a little while." I say. "Just for a few moments."
He nods his head and I place my attention back to Natalia. Before she leaves, a nurse wipes down her head. I am left in the room with her, holding her hand. I feel like this happens to her too much. To us. At the end of the day I hold her hand and wait for her to wake up. She doesn't deserve this.
Thankfully she should be done now. No more violence.
I sit here for a while. But soon I feel very drowsy and make my way back to my room. I almost fall over, but a nurse helps me to the bed and puts back in my IV and heart monitors.
"I'd request you stay in your room. You are at a high risk of your lung failing. But I know you won't listen. Both you and your friend won't listen. A word of advice is to try and listen. If you don't you'll both be put in psych and tied down." He explains to me.
I just nod my head and relax into the bed. Soon I drift asleep.
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The Desire for a Simple Life
ActionNatalia Brewer is sick and tired of her father. She is sent away but only on one condition: She will be accompanied by a bodyguard, Grant. At first she is intimidated by him, but as time goes on she could care less. That is until he turns on her and...
