Finding a Way to You (Book One of The Finding Series, going through revision)

Chapter 2

Becca's POV

The table was hard and cold as I laid on it to get the x-rays the doctor ordered.  

One of the X-ray techs came out of the room next door and began to fill me in on what they were going to do.

"Ms. Lawson, we are going to take a series of x-rays to look at your rib cage. Dr. Matthews wants us to inject dye in you to define the picture. I will have my assistant come in in a few minutes to set you up. Your cousin would like to see you before we begin."

Rachel ran through the door and rushed to my side.

"Beccs, everything is going to be fine. Let's pray. I'm going to pray for protection over you and that God will comfort you." Rachel said in a hushed tone.

I just nodded gripping her hand as she prayed in a whisper.

"Dear Lord, I come to you now as Becca is very scared and broken. I pray that you will send her comfort and fill her with peace. Let the doctors take care of her. I pray for no fear. Heavenly Father, I know she doesn't believe that you love her or care for her but you do. In the name of Jesus Amen." She wiped the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. I took a deep breath as the techs assistant came in the room with an IV in hand.

The tech's assistant was in mid twenties and you could see the worry in her eyes as she came up to my side holding the syringe to the dye.

"Ms. Lawson, I'm going to give you an IV to put the dye in. There will be just a little pinch. The dye will make you feel very warm. Ok. I'm going to start the IV." Her long auburn hair was tied back in a pony tail and her eyes were focused on the challenge in front of her. I have tiny veins. Every time I've had to have some sort of blood work done, they have always had trouble drawing blood or putting an IV in.

As she studied my arm, I started thinking. Why would some one care enough to help me? Every time I'm hurt or sick, Rachel and Aunt Kay always comfort me.

I remember one time my mom beat me so bad that Aunt Kay picked me up after chewed my mom out and took me to her house. She cleaned up my wounds and helped me up to Rachel's room. That night I had decided that God hated me. I had prayed for a long time for freedom. I had built up a wall around me not to let people get close because they would only hurt me. 

That's also the night I started cutting. I had to do something to take the pain away. 

But the cutting just made it worse.

I could feel the warmth the dye provided all over my body. 

"Alright Becca, I'm going to start the x-rays. When I say take a deep breath do so and hold it till I've taken the picture." The X-ray tech said into the intercom from the other room.

My body ached so bad.  

"Alright Becca, hold your breath." The tech said. I held my breath as the x-ray was taken.

Twenty minutes passed and they had taken seven x-rays. Three of my back, three of my ribs and one of my shin.

We waited patiently in the ER room for the doctor to bring us the results. 

Ten minutes later a guy around my age bursted through the room.  

"Dad?! Has any of you seen a Dr. Matthews?" He asked hurriedly

"No we haven't, but he is seeing my cousin for her injuries for her fall." Rachel replied.

The boy nodded his head and hurried out of the room. This boy was tall around six' three. He had short dirty blonde hair with a little curl in it. His long sleeved polo hugged his chest and showed his defined muscles underneath. His blue eyes pierced my eyes and showed concern when he looked at me. I wonder who he was? 

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Jamie's POV

Hours passed as I waited for my dad to tell me my mom's test results. I know being the head ER doctor is tough, but he should know right?  

I ran through the ER and rushed to the nurses station and begged for info on where my father was.

"Ms. Sue, do you know where my father is? I need to know about my mom."

Sue Jones has been on my life for as long as I can remember. She used to babysit me when I was little. She is in her mid fifties and is a God fearing woman and partly the reason I am who I am today. She has long silver hair and has always helped my father in any situation hospital or personal.

"The last time I heard or saw him he was going into room eight. He might be there. But I'm not sure." She said showing concern.

"Thank you, Ms. Sue. I love you."  

"I love you too, Jamie. You're mom is going to be fine. It's in God's hands."

"I know it is. I'm just worried." I said as I rushed through the double doors to the ER. My mind kept wondering to the girl I saw earlier. I hoped she was okay.

I walked around to room eight hoping he was there. I hated interrupting his patients but this is my mom we are talking about.

I busted through the door not bothering looking at who the patient was. "Dad? Have you seen Dr. Matthews?" I looked at the girl who laid on the bed grabbing her side. It was her. The girl that I had seen earlier. God answered my prayer. Now that I can see her up close, her right cheek is slightly swollen and her eye is bruising. Her stomach area is bandaged up, you can see the bandage through her shirt, her shin is wrapped and she looks broken.  

The woman sitting in then chair across from her answered my question.

"No we haven't, but he is seeing my cousin for her injuries for her fall." She replied.  

I nodded my head and rushed out of the room. Before I turned around I took a quick glance at the broken girl. She was so beautiful. Her hazel eyes, her beautiful full lips, and her long healthy brown hair. She was something. I wanted to get to know her. No I needed to know her. I prayed once again that God would allow me to run into this mystery girl who is driving me insane.