Blood Money (1) | The Inheritance Games

XXX. two is better than one

"I remember every look upon your face, the way you roll your eyes, the way you taste, you make it hard for breathing cause when I close my eyes and drift away I think of you and everything's okay."

Spencer. 

I wake up in a blurred haze. My eyes are darting around as the black begins to fade to bright illuminating overhead lights. Every part of my body is tingling, so much so that I can't move. 

My lips are dry as I pry them open and let out a small groan of agony. A cacophony of conversations overlap and I try my very best to comprehend any of it, but nothing's going in.

I scan the whole room until the blurry features of everyone are decodable. Nash, Jameson and Grayson. That's all I can make out right now.

"Jamie?" I slur, my voice barely there.

"See what you did? She's awake now!" Jameson scolds someone, potentially a group of doctors.

"I feel weird." I groan, reaching my hands ahead of me to try and touch something, feeling nothing absolutely nowhere I panic.

But Grayson slips in, placing his hand out, showing me I do still have feeling, I'm just searching in the wrong places. I cling to him and he doesn't even bat an eye, letting me hold it as he argues.

"You're good." He replies assuringly going back to his discussion with the doctors as I hold his hand.

"Spencer, you're getting your stomach pumped. It's nothing to be worried about. It's gonna be uncomfortable though." Nash informs me, coming to my other side.

I don't know if I respond at all. Time seems to skip and race by every second.

"Where's Noah?" I frown sadly.

Jameson rubs his neck. "He's heading home. I'm giving Maja and him a ride. There's only allowed to be 2 people that stay overnight and visiting times are almost over so we'll need to head soon. Ave and Xan have already left with Oren." He informs me.

Next thing I know, Noah is holding my hand, kissing my forehead gently.

"I love you." He whispers. I'm suddenly very glad for the overdose I'm currently experiencing, because it provides an adequate excuse to not say it back.

"I'm coming back 6am tomorrow when visiting hours start." He promises me, brushing my hair calmingly.

And he's gone. Along with Maja and Jameson. With Grayson still holding that same hand, and Nash pacing, some doctors stand to my left prepping a tube.

Words blend from the doctors and all I do is nod numbly.

Soon enough I have the thick tube down my throat and shameful tears in my eyes as I can very loosely feel the extraction of fluids from my stomach.

"You're okay." Grayson repeats, squeezing my hand. I start to think he may just be saying it to himself as opposed to me.

And then I'm dreaming. The lights around me fade out and the sound of a beeping heart monitor blurs into silence.

"How's she doing?" Noah's voice speaks hoarsely. How can he be back already? He just left. 

"They got it all out of her.. but she just doesn't look right." Nash's voice hums tiredly.

I want to die. They sound exhausted because they've been up all night. They're worried about me. 

"She sleeping?" Noah asks. "Yeah, come in." Nash replies.