The Summer Warmth

Fifty-Seven

Let Me.

Chapter 57

"What do you mean by that?" The beast side of me got the upper hand after listening to what the doctor just said. The thing we all were scared of was now presenting unveiling itself in front of me. The thing that scared me shitless after listening to everything that Ken just said I seriously don't know how to handle this shit. Before I could pounce more on my thoughts one more voice broke out from the back.

"Did you, did you tell her all the things that she suffered from?" Ethan's pleading voice made the doctor look back at him with a hesitant look and the small nod he threw made all hell break through me at that moment. I quickly, not caring about the person's age or profession hold his collar in my hand and making his back feel the contact of the wall behind him. At this point I am seeing red, I don't care about any other person, god I don't even give a shit about anyone except for the girl who is a hostage of her own thoughts right now and due to her wish, my hands are tied behind my back.

I feel someone backing me up and holding my front by the back of his arm, not making it any easy to beat the shit out of the doctor. I see Ken's arm holding me and telling something to the doctor which he obliges quickly and makes a run for his life.

"Have you gone insane?" Ken shouts at me and all I can do is brush his arms violently of me and go and make myself sit on the metallic chair unoccupied in front of her room. I try to calm myself, for both of our sanity's sake. The hope I have been carrying since the second doctor snatched her from my arms and took her in the ICU room is now losing itself in me. The known fact of how the same hope started and ending in the same hospital room from both I was and still am prohibited from.

I feel a hand on my shoulder when I remove my fisted hands away from my eyes and look at the person who is crouching in front of me on the floor with the same caring eyes I first met myself with.

"It's going to be alright Jade. Each second of it." She rubs my shoulder and all I can do is stare at her who is holding each ounce of control and empathy. I feel my eyes glossed still not blinking away.

"How?" My crooked voice due to the heavy lump in my throat voices out. I don't know what to do at this point except for longing for the person who is there fighting her battle alone, which doesn't make me feel better to think that it's no more with her body but her mind, her rationality is on a long overdrive and that's what scares me.

That her mental unsteadiness is surpassing her body wobbling, which does it big part in feeding itself on the person's goodness and generating the thoughts of toxicity.

I know it. I have been through it. But not anymore, since she and now I am failing to provide the same security to her. Because of me.

Ivy smiles up at me and then pat my shoulder with a small smile which for a second reminds me that everything will eventually be alright. Just for a second. She stands up and says her last words and then starts walking in the other direction.