I Gave Him Fentanyl - 🔞A Dark Romance Thriller

3. Where The Fuck Is My Panties?

MY EYES ARE BLURRY when I attempt to open them. I blink a few times to see better, but my sight only gets overwhelmed with the blinding white lights above me. Is this heaven? Did I finally kick my bucket?

Yet instead of a serene quietness of the afterlife, I hear beeping noises that sound more like it comes from a machine - beating like a heart, then chattering of various voices followed.

A face appears in front of me. He frowns a little bit before flashing a beam of light straight to my eyes.

"Yes, she's finally conscious, but slightly. She still needs a few moment to actively interact."

"Thank you, Doc. I've been so worried!"

"It's alright, Mrs. Beaufort. She's recovering fast."

Then another face pops up in my vision. "It's alright, Sweet Dee. I'm here now. You're safe."

Ah. Fuck.

This ain't heaven. This is a hospital. And I'm in the room with my least favorite person in the world.

When the doctor leaves, she takes a chair and sits beside my bed. "How are you?" She asks. "I hope this incident will finally make you come back home."

I try to speak, but somehow, the words burn my throat. I can't seem to get them out past my lips without feeling any pain. I end up whimpering.

"What is it, sweety?"

Breathing feels like a Herculean task, each inhalation causing a stabbing sensation in my side where without doubt - a broken rib aches with each passing second. But I still don't give up from attempting to say something, even though it comes out as a weak breathless whisper.

She leans to me so she can hear me better. "What's that?"

"Fuck... you... Alexandra..."

She moves away from me. One brow is shooting high up to her hairline. She's not amused. "Really? After being in a coma for three days, that's the first thing you gonna say?"

Seeing me smirk at her in return, she scoffs. "Ungrateful as always." Then she gets up, and dramatically trudges out through the open door, her pink pumps against the marble floor are making loud clicking noises.

Then after that, silence... except from the beeping sound of the machine mirroring my heartbeat.

Finally, some peace. At least.

"Oh my goodness Dee!" Tracy squeals when she arrives to visit after an hour later. She's holding up flimsy strings of floating balloons with a huge smile on her face. Unlike Alexandra, Tracy is actually genuinely happy to see me. "I'm relieved you're finally awake! I came here as soon as they contacted me!"

By this time, I am able to speak a little bit with ease. "How's the pizza place?"

"Girl, don't even talk about work right now. You need a full blast rest." Then she shows me a paper bag. "I made you some chicken soup."