Sleep State

Chapter 12

- Christian - 

The turn of events that unfolded within a matter of a five-minute time span left him disoriented, confused, and most of all, concerned. Like a magnificent firework show, he had just skyrocketed into the most incredible orgasm that had shattered him all over the stage and the pier for that matter and by the look and sound of it, it had done the same for Ana. However, their moment of erotic bliss had gone to shit. Their glistening sweaty bodies were no longer perspiring due to thrusts and sexual pleasure but from fear and worry. Another moment ruined by the dreaded reminder of what lived outside the walls of their bubble that they gradually had built only to be knocked down once more.

Fuck. His filthy language rattled his brain as the fear and worry only amplified as warm blood oozed from the hairline of her beautiful head. Immediately, he panicked and searched for a sign that could explain her sudden oncoming injury. Had they got carried away in their grand performance surely to be plastered with an NC-17 rating? No. His only explanation for its cause shriveled his heart into the size of a grape and he knew not only had their bubble popped, but it had exploded and there was no way to rectify it. Reality had finally had enough. It was ready to seep its way into their twisted dimension and he was not ready for it.

Life vanished from Ana's eyes as she mumbled phrases and words and soon her body could no longer withhold the little strength that she had left. Quick to the rescue, he dipped with her fragile body and scooped her into his arms. The blood trickled down her forehead and dyed her hair a rusted color. 

"Come on, Ana. Stay with me." Christian pleaded as he shook her body in his arms. He had to act fast or she would be greeted with a welcome he knew she was not ready for, and neither was he. "Fuck." 

Ana needed medical attention, but the problem was there was no attention to be had and he didn't know a lick about tending to the sick or hurt. He was utterly clueless and royally fucked. The image of Ana dressed in nurse's scrubs upon their initial arrival and meeting made him curse under his breath as he walked with her limp body. If only she were awake, she would know what to do, right? Her attire obviously concluded to her occupation, one that she could not recall. Christian had only made an assumption and despite his educated guess, none of it mattered. Hell, Ana could have been the best damn nurse in the entire world and it still wouldn't help the situation at hand. He was losing her and there was no one to help her, but him.

The weight in his arms did not compare to the weight of the world that crashed down on his shoulders. This had been his fault. If he had just been honest with her, maybe she could have been more careful and aware of their situation. But how does one prepare for a head injury with no warning of it about to happen? Even if she knew the truth, it most likely would not have stopped it. What had happened to her was beyond his control. 

Christian huffed as he carried her diligently out the doors of the massive building and out into the crisp air that smelled of lake water. Hospital, her last word fluttered in his head. The layer that had been ripped from her memory seemed to have surfaced as her world faded to total darkness. Although, any person with a God damn brain knew that a hospital visit was in order for such a wound. You didn't need a fancy medical degree or a white coat to make that assumption. Mentally, he typed in the destination into his internal GPS and by foot he began his trot down the pier and out onto the abandoned streets of the city. 

As his feet touched the asphalt that made up the long drive that extended to the left and right of him, his muscles ached. She may have been tiny, but that did not mean that he particularly wanted to cradle her entire weight in his arms for many blocks. However, he had no other choice. He had to tend to her, and what scared him was that he wanted to.