Four days went by, it started bothering me seeing her the way she was. Imobile, just the rise and fall of her chest and light twitch of the hand. Marlo wanted her like that for another three days, so he wouldn't need to band up her ribs.
But I was impatient not knowing what she was feeling daily. I rubbed my face and exhaled looking at her again. She wasn't hooked to anything anymore, he didn't give her any shots and turned off the tube that was feeding her. That way when she felt the need to eat she would wake up, the drugs took at least eight hours to fade. It had been ten and she still wasn't awake, I shifted in my seat and looked at her hands thinking away as I'd done all week.
I leaned my head on my hand, proping my elbow on the bed. I reached out to her and touched just her fingertips, looking up from them to her face.
She was looking at me. I froze not at all expecting her to be looking back at me.
She looked around and closed her eyes again. I got up and she looked at me pulling me beside her on 'the bed, I laid next to her and she hugged me.
"Thanks for staying." She said hoarsely.
I brushed her hair out of her face and exhaled a breath of relief.
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General FictionShe lived down hall, I've never seen her eyes and all I've heard her say is "Please don't!" or "Stop!". It's always been like this, I honestly don't know why she hasn't left that sorry ass nigga yet. But who am I to say anything? I don't even know...
