Irish Lullaby (Book One of A Violent Melody Duet)

Chapter Three

Her body ached and as hands pulled at her she tried swatting them away to stop the pressure against her wounds. The blood was trailing down her neck and streaking her face. She didn't need to see her reflection to know she had to look terrifying. The hands stopped for a moment before returning to catch her falling from the car seat.

If she wasn't in so much pain she probably would have been impressed.

The hands pulled her from the car, muttering in a language she could vaguely make out with the piercing buzz in her ears. She cried when her body brushed the glittering road. She blinked, seeing dozens of people gathered to watch the aftermath of something horrific she and the others in the car just faced. She was glad she most likely had a head injury of some kind because if she didn't the one guy blurry in her vision that was recording the whole thing would be choking on his phone.

"Can you hear me girl?" The rough voice barked at her, she drew her attention back to the man who was eyeing all the places she was bleeding from. She couldn't feel them anymore, she knew they were there, the blood was making her fingers sticky but the pain had finally left her. She nodded to him, a small smile on her face.
She wanted to nap, maybe fall asleep for just a moment and wake once help got there. He was still talking to her but no words were really being heard, she was now too focused on the blood. The warm sticky blood that should not be coating her skin right now, that wasn't the purpose of it. She lifted her left hand as high as her body would allow, just enough to see to her elbow clearly. A large gash was on the other side that had been cradled against her stomach.

"Uh oh." She mumbled.

"Of fucking course, this would happen on my day." He was speaking to himself, not catching on she was listening to him.

Ripping off part of his black shirt, he tied it tight around her arm, it was above the wound she couldn't help but stare at. Next he took more of his now mangled shirt and wrapped around the wound with less force. She felt a stinging pain as he did so, it settled after a couple minutes. She wanted to ask the man his name but couldn't work on the ability, her brain was still too woozy.

He stayed with her until the sirens were heard and quickly fled, she was helped quickly by the nice people. They got her in a vehicle and poked her with something. They tried speaking to her too but she had no strength to try and hear them. The woman was pointing out things she had been attached too and then her arm, the makeshift wrap had caught her attention. She didn't have time to even try to reply because  soon she was falling into that sleep she had been waiting for.

She woke in a bed, she felt the soft sheets covering her legs, she didn't want to open her eyes, to look at the damage done to her. She could feel a needle in her arm, could feel the cuts scattered across her skin. She laid there, eyes squeezed shut and just listened to the beeping of machines. It didn't seem anyone was in her room, not a huge surprise to her. This wouldn't be the first time she was injured in the hospital and no one came to visit, the memory was still strong in her even though she had only been six at the time.
Slowly her eyelids rose, she took in the stark white room. Two chairs were beside her bed, both empty. Machines were scattered around the room and there was one of those curtains near the door. She glanced down at her right side, bruises mainly covered that side, a few light cuts were seen but other than that it didn't look so bad.

She looked to her left side.

A shudder worked its way down her spine, she felt sick looking at the long harsh gash that had been stitched as well as it could. The top of it started below her wrist directly under her pinky finger. It etched its way down and across maybe six inches. Other cuts littered the arm but none held her attention like this one. She lifted her hand to touch it, felt the black material that held the skin together.

She hissed at the touch, pulling her arm back. She kept turning her arm, getting used to a mark that would definitely scar. She almost missed the voices speaking outside her room but when her eldest brother Donanvan asked if she would be okay to leave the next day her ears focused. Nothing interesting was shared and when all she learned was tomorrow at noon she could leave. After they finished discussing her being able to leave the doctor asked if he would like to see her.