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🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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I can't do this...
I can't lose her, again.
Not like this.
Fuuck!
This can't be happening, but it is. It's not some twisted nightmare my brain conjured up. It's not some negative thought prancing through my brain, inflicting pain on myself. It's real and it's fucking happening.
The dried tears streaking Maxine's cheeks. The worry etched on Richard's face. The sadness clouding Nay's usually hopeful expression, and Andrew gripping his hair tightly, threatening to rip it from the roots is enough to convince me it's real.
My heart is throbbing painfully against my ribcage awaiting news about Timay and Sharice. I'm trying not to think about Timay dying, trying not to think about the pain she's in, trying desperately not to think about losing her but I can't.
It's all I can think about.
I can't erase the images of her red car, smashed... The driver's side took all the damage. I tried to look away from all the glass and patches of a sticky, deep red substance that stuck to the asphalt... The familiar black car... Timay shouldn't have made it out of that car with how damaged her side is. Cars of today aren't as strong as they once were.
I want to make sense of everything. I want to piece it all together, figure out what happened but I can't. I can't make my way to the scene. I can't face the inevitable just yet...
All I can do is sit here in this waiting room and wait.
We're the only ones in the dull waiting room with stark white walls and dark green, uncomfortable plastic chairs that give off a squeak when you move. The bleach odor is sickening. The phones ringing and feet shuffling is beginning to annoy me as none of those footsteps bear any news for us.
The people who were here have come and gone with happy tears shining in their eyes.
Where the fuck are the doctors, nurses? Anyone to give us information?
Maxine and Richard asked thirty minutes back when we frantically entered but they were told the doctor will be with us shortly – bull-fucking-shit.
I get it, this is a hospital. People are fighting for their lives and they're doing what they are supposed to – saving lives – but Timay is one of those people fighting for her life – to what extent we don't fucking know and it's driving me insane!
I get to my feet, pacing the shitty waiting area, gripping my hair in frustration, desperately needing answers. I can't stand sitting here, not being able to do anything to help the woman I love. It's driving me to fucking insanity.
A nurse in dark green scrubs approaches us with a small smile. "Excuse me, are you here for," she pauses, looking down at her tablet. "Sharice Shaw?"
"Yes!" Andrew rushes forward. "Is she okay? Can we see her?"
