The Fighter

Chapter Seventeen

"You decided to give a sedative to a patient who just came out of a week-long coma for what reason?!"  The voices start muffled but grow louder as I start to come to.

"Sir, her heart rate was accelerated beyond the normal level--"

"She was having an anxiety attack along with a physical and sensory overload, and you think that her heart rate wouldn't be elevated?  But even you admit that her heart rate was returning to normal when you entered the room and injected the sedative into her lines without permission from anyone."  Derek says something to Jackson and he goes off on him.  "No, I almost lost her!  She's the only thing that I have left of him and this fucking nurse could have caused serious damage!"

"But I didn't, and believe it or not I actually know what I am doing.  I have been working here for five years and I think that I know a little bit more than a simple commoner trying to correct me."  Jackson is about to say something when I speak up instead.

"He has been in the army since he was eighteen and he is now twenty-eight.  He spent the majority of that time in the army as a field doctor and has worked amongst some of the best doctors in the world with many different types of medical injuries.  I think that he has a little bit more experience than a nurse with a little over five years of on-floor experience."  I sit up in my bed with Damien's help as he kisses the top of my head while Derek starts to go off on the nurse.  "Why the fuck would you do that when you know that comatose patients can fall back into one while recovering if you are not careful?"

"Excuse me, sir--"

"Don't even try it, you fucked up and I can guarantee that my family has told your supervisors." The nurse stops all movement and backs away from him as she watches me finish sitting up. "Please note that you fucked up."

The nurse looks at me with wide eyes and I raise my brow only for her to nod and turn tail toward the door before ducking out and getting the doctor. Damien helps me sit up fully and I get my feet over the bed and I lean into him completely. Rubbing my back, I tilt my head into his neck and take a deep breath before closing my eyes and letting tears run down my face.

"You're okay, Darlin', you're okay."

"Shit," I say. "I feel like shit right now."

"What's happening," Jackson crouches down in front of me and places his hands against my head and chest. "What are you feeling?"

"Headache and little nausea but nothing major." His face turns hard and he starts to get up but I hold him down and smile. "Jackson, I feel like shit, that doesn't mean that I'm dying."

"No, but something more could be wrong all because that bitch didn't know what she was fucking doing!"  I nod, agreeing with him, but hold his face in my hand and use the other one to put his hand to my chest so that he could feel the warmth and beating of my heart.  "You're here."

"Standing tall."  He looks at me with a raised brow and I smile widely to which he scoffs out a laugh.

"You are such a dork, can't you just let me cry?"  I shake my head and he groans.  "But why not?"

"If I can't cry, neither can you."  He glares at me.

"The difference is that I don't let you cry over stupid shit, like deaths of fictional characters because they aren't real but you are so let me cry."

"But I'm not lost." He raises a brow at me and I smile slyly to which he shakes his head.  "What?"

"I hate you."  I kissed my teeth and lightly swatted at him.

"Boy, don't lie."  We all laugh as the doctor comes in and he stares at us like we're crazy.

"No."