39 - never leave

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Chris Langford

Turning back in my seat, I look to her slumped figure and various emotions run through me. Suddenly, I've lost the ability to have a conversation as I had no fucking clue on how to deal with this. All while Hailey and Victor were having the verbal sparing I was so fucking close on punching the shit out of Victor, but every time I took a step ahead Hailey's face stopped me. 

The tears in her eyes made me take a step back and made me realized that she needs me first and maybe there will be some other day when I'll have the chance to have my hands on Victor, but Hailey needs me first. I knew for the fact that Victor never gave two shits about her, but the current reveal makes me hurt my head. 

Somehow Hailey managed herself very well, instead of breaking down she was fierce enough to stare straight into Victor's eyes for answers but again I knew for a fact that once she is out of the house she is going to lose it, lose all the last restraint she's been holding on to all while the backstory. This woman never fails to amaze me but it hurts to know that there is a high chance she'll never be the same after this.

All this time when I let her have her space, feel comfortable around me, gave her all the time she needed, I thought that she had her guards high up but when they were almost down leaving a few bricks here and there but now a slight amount of fear creeps inside me knowing she may go back to ground zero and fuck me because that will hurt and god help me because I don't like the Hailey who keeps herself guarded around me. 

A thud voice makes me break out of my thoughts when I realise that she slumped and her forehead hit on the dashboard in front of her seat creating the thud I heard. Panic crawls up my throat, hastily I pick her head up and grab her face with my hands. Her eyes were closed, the skin around it stained with all those tears and her breathing was heavier and her lips were quivering. Her body was shaking and her skin felt cold and feverish under my touch. 

Shaking her face, I gently pat her cheeks and call out her name several times. She doesn't budges but her chest rises up and down vigorously. Beads of sweat coat my forehead and cold starts seeping inside my blood. Using one hand, I make her seat recline back, gently secure her in the seat and rub her hands with my palm and call her out in a hurry, "Hailey, look at me, look at me."

Her lids flutter but they don't open, her breathing coming out irregular, her skin going stone cold and her hands won't stop trembling. Alternatively patting her cheeks, rubbing her hands and gently shaking her doesn't works and I give up and rush the car straight to a near-by hospital. 

I keep on stealing a few glances of her, she remains unconscious, trembling, shaking and panting. My throat tightens at the sight, and all I could do was wish to take her pain on me and drive as faster as I could. There was a hurry in my driving, my thoughts and my emotions. 

Pulling up to the hospital, I straight away pick her up in my arms and rush her to the ER. 2-3 of the nurses there signal me to follow them and I do that as fast as I could, one of them runs to the nearby cell to place a call while the other one asks, "What happened?" 

I gulp down once and answer, "she's been crying for an hour or so and the next thing I know is she collapsed, her breathing got heavier and her skin went cold and she is trembling." 

Not bothering for the stretcher, I straight away ask them for the room and place Hailey on the bed, hold her hand and rub it, trying to warm it as much as I could. A second later, the doctor walks in and the nurse tries to drag me out of the room and when I demand to stay with Hailey she cuts off me off by saying, "You  need to give us the space we need as to check upon her." 

As much as I wanted to protest, I do as she told me to and wait outside the room. My nerves were itching me in fury, reminding me about how I could've done something to prevent this from happening. My mind was restless and so was I, and it was making me pace the length of the lobby outside Hailey's room in anticipation. 

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