Dead By Night Time - [ENGLISH]

37. Guilty Consequences.

Pov Bea Hopkins
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I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The talk an hour ago I had with a police officer called Berkowitz had tired the shit out of me. He asked so many questions that I started to believe he wouldn't stop anymore. And he went into the details so deep, that at some point he started to make me feel annoyed. 

I couldn't sleep yet, since I knew doctor Allison would come in soon to tell me the results of the surgery I had last night. I was less in pain than earlier, and I liked that. I've been in so much pain the last few weeks that it became a standard feeling for me, and now I didn't feel it anymore I felt a bit high. Maybe even a little unnatural, but it was okay, or I tried to tell myself that. 

My eyes shifted to the guest chairs at the right side of the room, in which mom and dad were laying, sleeping against each other. Mom looked exhausted, the bags under her eyes were giant, hair greasy and it had become grayer than I could remember. 

Dad, in that regard, still looked silly and clueless, but his wrinkles had become more visible. It was nice to see them again, I had hugged the shit out of them yesterday before surgery, for as far I could hug them without hurting myself too much though. Everything had cleared up a little since that moment, and it felt good. But since I woke up from the anesthesia I felt like a little baby bird that had flickered out of its nest and had fallen into the water, nearly drowned. 

What do you mean dramatic?

'Bea?' Allison's sweet voice spoke up as she entered my room with a clipboard in one arm. A dull smile formed on my lips by seeing her and I hummed, nodding at her.

'You already have more color in your face than before.' She laid the back of her hand against my forehead, moving it against my cheek after to feel my temperature. I was happy she was a woman, and that they didn't give me a male doctor. I had enough of males, for the upcoming days then.

'How are you feeling?' She asked before checking some IVs I was connected to. For as far as I knew what was in the sacks, I knew I was connected to a blood IV and some with various vitamins to get me a little stronger since I looked like a fucking corpse, not surprising when you only get one meal and one bottle of 200 milliliter water every two days.

'I feel a little lightheaded and the pain is bearable at the moment, but my ribs still hurt more than the other places.' I answered, making her nod.

'I will get you an extra diclofenac pill when I'm done with my talk.' She smiled, making me feel a bit better about this situation.

'So, you know I would share the test results with you, I see that your parents are still asleep but I'm willing to tell them another time as well, they had a rough night too.' She took the clipboard from her arm and looked for a moment at the papers that were clipped to it, nodding.

'Well, first thing first, I can congratulate you since the surgeries went well.' She smiled, making me sigh in relief. I had been so scared before they brought me to sleep and now everything had gone well, I didn't need more surgeries, or that's at least what I hoped for.

'That's great.' I muttered, shifting a little in my position to feel more comfortable in the bed.

'It is for sure, yes, I haven't yet told you what all the injuries are, so I will do that now. Starting with your ribs, you said they still hurt, that's because on the right side you have two of them broken, and on the left side it seems like some of them are bruised, we cannot do anything about this, unfortunately, except giving you painkillers.'

'Furthermore, you know that you had some internal bleeding on your knee, due to the stab wound that has been there. This also counts for the one on your hip and we did some scans when you came in here, you know that, so we saw that the big bruise on your abdomen also was an internal bleeding, to be precise, this was a bleeding in the intestines, but it was not yet life-threatening, so in that respect you are a lucky person.'