Chapter Twenty-Two . . . Broken
Karen's POV
I sat in a hospital bed as the doctor checked me over once again because he didn't believe that I was fine, no one believed I was fine, but I felt no pain actually I didn't feel anything due to the medicine they were running through my veins.
Maybe I was broken?Maybe I dealt with so much from Max that I turned into a abused rag doll.
"Do you have to keep shining that light in my eyes?" I asked.He snapped the light off before turning to my wrists.
"We are giving you anti-biotic to stop any sort of infection, and also pain medicine to stop the pain you may be feeling."
"I'm not in pain." I explained.
"Your wrists are torn apart, you have broken one of them, and you came in spitting blood to do the severe pressure and bruising. I'm giving you pain medicine as a favor." He was very forward which kept me quiet. "Now, if you would like, your boyfriend is waiting to see you."I gave a nod and he turned to walk out the door.
"Prick." I said under my breath just as Derek came in as quickly as he could.
"Karen, I'm so-"
"Stop." I whispered.He cocked his head to the side and gave me a look of pain and confusion. I held out my taped up hands and motioned him forward. "Hold me?"
"Karen, I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't, I just need you."He took a minute before climbing into bed next to me and wrapping his arms around me."I feel like we've been in this situation before." I chuckled.
"How the hell are you so calm?" He asked almost like he was shocked.
"I was sitting here, thinking. This whole thing with Max-"
"We don't have to talk about him anymore, he's dead."It was hard to hear those words. How many years have I spent hiding myself and everyone I loved only for it to be ended by a single bullet. It seemed harder than that.
"I know, but everything he has ever done to me, and everything I went through he made me feel like this stupid ragdoll. I mean, I can't even feel pain." I lifted my wrists to show him.
"Baby, you are on pain medicine." He explained.
"I just feel different now. Do you think I'm crazy?"
He chuckled. "Absolutely not. You just went through hell, literally. It's normal to feel this way."I played with the blanket as he kissed my cheek.
"I want to go home. When can I go home."
"The doctor didn't say, but he said you have to be here for just tonight."
"I want my son." I whispered.
"I know, baby, but mom says he's having a great time, and even if he did get to come home, he'll just worry. He loves you."
"Yeah, and I love him." I looked at him and touched his cheek."And I love you." I kissed his lips gently."I love you too. Which is why I want to talk to you about something?"
"Now?" I asked confused.
"Well, yeah . . . no not if you don't want to."I felt the heaviness in my eyes making them droop.Damn drugs.
"Sure, go ahead." I yawned.He played with my hair making me more tired than I already was.
"You're tired I can wait."
"No, it's okay." I closed my eyes and his view became nothing but blackness as my tiredness set in.The last thing I felt was his soft lips on my temple.
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