Teacher - My Desire | Jeffrey Dean Morgan (English) ✔️

[Chapter Thirty-Seven]

A Small Amount Of Normality

The next time I have a clear mind, is when I sit in an ambulance with a blanket around me. "Wha-what happened?", I ask still shaking.

"It's better when we first drive to the hospital, Miss.", the paramedic says as I got a needle in my arm and get layed down.

I just nod as response. My head rests on the rescue stretcher under me and my eyes are closed. I try to remember what happened, but nothing comes up. My head is blank. "Boyfriend. Call. please?", I stutter still with my eyes closed.

"Yeah, of course, Miss."

"Skye. Please call me Skye."

The paramedic nods, takes a phone and I say Jeff's number. It took numerous of tries, because I'm still not able to speak clearly. After he picks up, the paramedic explains my situation and if he could come to the hospital. "No. It's not possible right now, Sir. She is not really able to speak and it would be too much stress right now. - Yes, I understand. - Grey's Memorial. - You're welcome."

We arrive after what felt like two hours. They get me out of the ambulance and bring me into a room, where they run a few tests. Shortly after that the police comes in and questiones me about what happened just an hour ago. Meanwhile I am able to speak again so I try to answer the officers questions as good as possible.

"Where is she?", shouts a man's voice trough the hospital halls. "I have to see her!"

"Sir! I need you to be quiet.", says what I think is another officer.

"Just let me see Skye! Where the heck is she?", Jeffrey shouts again.

"She's in good hands, Sir. She gets currently questioned by a colleague. No disturbance wanted.", the woman says calmly.

"She's in there right?", his voice sounds from the other side of the door.

"How long will this take?", I ask the officer in front me. "I-I really want him to be here."

"Just a couple more questions, Miss Summer, then you can see him."

I nod. "Jeff, I'm fine! Just a few more minutes!", I say hopefully loud enough for him to hear.

"I'll see you in a few moments, honey!", he responds. "I'll be right here!"

I smile and tears run down my cheak. I sniff. "I'm sorry, Sir.", I say embarrassed and wipe away the tears with the back of my hand.

"You don't need to be, Miss. Here- take this.", the officer says and hands me a tissue. "I know it will be difficult to answer this, but did Paul this the first time?"

I nod. "When he- when we were younger, we dated. He was so kind and gentle. I never thought- I never thought he would be capable of things like that."

"I found a report from a few years ago of a bodily harm you charged him with but took back. Why?"

"Don't you know everything about earlier? Can we please talk about this another time, Officer?", I ask him. "I really don't have the strength anymore to talk about the person who tried to rape me just a few hours ago."

The officer nods and stands up. "That's okay. Here's my card. Feel free to call me when you feel better, Miss Summer.", he says and puts down the card on the table next to him.

"Please call me Skye, Sir.", I say and hold up my hand for him to shake. "And thank you. Without you guys, I would probably be dead. Or worse.", I say, but nearly whisper the last part.