Chapter 17

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 A steady beeping noise startles Maya from the deepest sleep she has ever been in. She tries to open her eyes but it feels like she has been hit by a train. Her whole body is weighed down by exhaustion, but the beeping noise doesn't let her mind rest. She slowly manages to fight her eyes open, and she furrows her brows, confused about where she is.

The walls are a sterile white, a TV mounted on the wall across from her. The bed she is in has plain white sheets, and she is in a hospital gown. IV's are connected to her hand-. She freezes when she sees another hand on top of hers. Rings adorn their knuckles, a cross tattoo just between their thumb and pointer finger, as their hand gently encases her own.

Her vision travels up to see Harry asleep in a chair beside her. She gently moves her hand, not wanting to startle him awake. His eyes shoot open and he turns to see her eyes are open, and she is very awake and alive. Relief floods him after waking up multiple times to make sure she was still breathing.

She tries to reach up and take off the oxygen mask and he gently stops her. He bites his bottom lip, trying to contain himself, but all of the emotions from the past 12 hours are overwhelming. She sees the dam breaking in his eyes, and she pulls her hand out from under his, and wraps it back around his hand. Their fingers intertwine and he puts his other hand over his face. He leans closer to her, not ever wanting to leave her side, before gently resting his head on her shoulder. She takes her other hand and gently runs it through his hair.

"Scared me so bad Maya."

He whispers and she closes her eyes. She doesn't even try talking because she knows it will barely be understandable with the mask. She just runs her hand through his hair, wrapping her arm around him. She feels his tears soak through the thin hospital robe, his soft sobs making her heart ache. No one else but him came to her aid, the one person she cared enough to call. She could have let herself die, but she called Harry instead. They both look up when the doctor comes in.

"Good to see you awake Mrs. Hunt."

The doctor says, turning off the oxygen and helping her take off the mask.

"As you may remember, you overdosed, specifically on morphine."

He says and Maya nods, scared about Harry hearing this.

"Have you had a long history abusing narcotics?"

She hesitates before nodding.

"And drinking alcohol with them."

"That didn't start until...3 years ago."

She says and the doctor nods.

"We had to perform emergency surgery to stop internal bleeding in your stomach. Recovery will be fairly easy, well, the physical recovery."

He says and Maya's heart stops.

"We have a wide variety of rehabilitation centers I would recommend going to. Being addicted to narcotics is dangerous. Just because you survived this time, doesn't mean you will if this ever happens again. Which leads to my next question...was this accidental, or on purpose?"

He asks and she pauses.

"It was accidental.."

She says and the doctor nods.

"Either way, it could have been fatal. It almost was. Your CPR actually saved her life."

The doctor says turning to Harry and his heart stops.

"My suggestion would be to go to a rehab center for 2 weeks. If you relapse, go for longer. Do whatever you can to stop this addiction from getting worse."

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