Intense Trouble

Chapter 9

Without a second thought, I nearly ran to the recovery wing, following every sign and directory.

Please, where is his room?" I asked a nurse I also recognized from when they assisted Breaker.

"Oh dear, he's in room 4D." She looked like she took pity.

I thanked the nurse and hurriedly made my way to room 4D, my heart pounding with worry. As I reached the door, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever awaited me inside.

I was met with a steady beating sound, which grew louder as I stepped into the room. It was the sound of Breaker's heart monitor, reassuring me that he was still alive.

I nearly faint from sadness.

He's hooked up to a machine, and IVs are taped to his arm.

He has a white bandaged wrapped around his head.

He looks a little pale. His chest rises and falls with each breath, a sign that he is fighting to stay alive. The room is filled with the sterile scent of disinfectant, reminding me of the seriousness of his condition.

Hell, even in a coma, he looks good.

But they said he would be okay.

He's alive.

Thank God!

He's alive.

I wipe my tears away and scoot the only chair in the room closer to him.

I thought mom leaving me was the worst thing to ever happen but no, this is... this man who I found myself irrevocably in love with lying on a gurney.

"You never know what it feels like to lose someone you love. I read that in a romance novel when I was 13. You would think it wouldn't happen to you, but here we are... You are here because of m.. me so sorry, baby.. I'm so sorry,. Please wake up, let me see those pretty eyes." I sobbed.

Silence..

"I have to tell you something—wake up so I can tell you. If you wake up, I'll tell you. I coaxed.

I whispered all the things I had been holding back, all the words I wished I had said before it was too late. But the silence persisted, and my heart sank deeper into despair.

I sob uncontrollably, rocking myself in the chair, not finding it in me to touch him, hoping he'll forgive me for landing him here.

A soft knock came to the door, and I looked up to see a nurse waving me over.

I didn't want to leave him, so I shook my head, wiping at my face.

She then opened the door wider and two police officers from earlier walked in.

"Sawyer, we need to speak with you." Officer Zambrana spoke.

Noticing they now used my name, I stood up on shaky legs and walked closer.

In the hall, they stared at me with concern.

"How's he doing?" Office Roberts asked

"He's in a coma," I choked out.

Because of me, I mentally added.

"No, no. Don't go thinking this is because of you; I can see it in your eyes. Its not. Do you know a Patricia Garney?" Officer Zambrana asked pointedly.

Hearing the name made me go silent.

I looked up in shock and surprise. Officer Zambrana's question caught me off guard.

"Y- yes, but it can't be her. She wouldn't go this far.." I trailed off .

The male cop nods. "I understand your hesitation, but we have reason to believe that Patricia Garney may be involved. We're still investigating, but any information you can provide about her could be crucial in finding out more of the details."