His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Twenty: Alexios

     As soon as we had gotten into the ambulance I called St. Jo. Her doctor, Dr. Mason, agreed to meet us at the hospital. She also approved the usage of ibuprofen to help reduce her fever.
    Once we had gotten to the hospital, two female nurses asked me to leave so they could change her out of her wedding gown and into a hospital gown. I didn't feel right leaving her, so I stayed in the room with my back turned. I didn't want to risk her waking up terrified and alone.
    Once they had removed her gown, they placed it in a bag and hung it in the wardrobe. They quickly dressed her in the robe, and when they finished I returned to her side.
    Her doctor had entered the room and introduced herself. She then asked all kinds of questions to understand what had happened, and asked as about how much of her past I knew. She explained that because she hadn't added me as someone able to access her information, she couldn't tell me much. However, Dr. Mason was able to confirm that she had been drugged, the seizure was as a result of ingesting far above the standard dosage used when people are typically roofied and that the effects can last up to 24 hours because of the amount in her system.
    The doctor left after checking her temp one last time. It was back down to 100.3°F. At least it was heading in the right direction.
    There was a knock at the door and it was my mother. My father was at the hotel, trying to help the authorities ID the bartender so we could investigate further. She ran in before I could answer and threw a bag with some clothes for me onto the window sill.
     She pulled me into a tight hug. "Oh Agori Mou ("my boy" in Greek), you must be so worried. Are you alright? Do you need to eat? You should eat something," she asked pulling a small bowl from her purse.
    "Ma, I'm okay. I don't need to eat," I replied.
     "Ach!" She called out. "Food will help you stay strong enough to take care of her."
    "Oh Koritsaki mou (little girl of mine in Greek) what has happened to you?" she whispered moving over to Tabitha and stroking her hair. "Whoever has done this to you is going straight to the hell."
    "Ma," I asked worriedly. "She's going to be okay, right? I treated her pretty unfairly, and I need to make this right."
     "I don't know, my son. Only God knows. But if you get your chance, don't waste it. Your father and I may not have loved eachother when we met. I hated him and everything he represented. I was so mean to him. But it wasn't his fault. Before long, my love for your father bloomed and my hatred melted away. Then we had you," she smiled. "The light of my life."
       "Ma ma... thank you," I whispered. We sat in silence for a few hours until my mother grew tired. I sent her home to rest.
     I grabbed the bag of clothes my mother brought me and closed the door. I pulled off my pants and switched them with the black jeans that my mother brought. I pulled on my converse sneakers, and sighed at the comfort. I reached down for my t-shirt, just as I heard her heart monitor make an odd sound. I spun around and her wide eyes met mine.