Addicted z.m

Chapter 17

I held onto her limp hand, listening to the steady rhythm of the machine reflecting her heartbeats. Her face was still pale. Her skin was still warming up.

We were going into our thirteenth hour. I hadn't left her side. It was noon now. I brought her in at eleven last night.

"Good afternoon, sir," the doctor reentered the room. "Any sign of consciousness?"

I shook my head, not letting my eyes leave her face.

"We've recieved the results from the tests we ran," he informed. "Is now a good time to discuss the cause of your fiancee's condition?"

I looked up at him, painfully eager. "Now is perfect."

He nodded. "Are you familiar with the drug eszopiclone?" he asked. "Also known as Lunesta?"

I shook my head. "Never heard of it."

"It's a prescription drug for insomnia. It shuts down the brain to help someone sleep."

I shrugged. "Okay. What does this have to do with anything?"

"We found in your fiancee's blood that in the last thirty-six hours she has consumed at least seven fifty-milligram tablets. Last night she consumed alcohol. Like I said, Lunesta is used to shut down the brain. Once the brain shuts down, so do other parts of your body. Consuming more than one tablet in one night is risky enough. With the amount she had in her system, her heart was already beating at an unhealthy pace. Adding alcohol to the mix, which hurts the brain alone, helped in the damage to her brain."

I let his words sink in. "So you're saying. . ." my voice trailed off.

"Your fiancee overdosed on eszopiclone," he declared. "Even without the alcohol, she probably would've fallen into the same small coma."

I put my head in my hands. This couldn't be happening. Spencer would never be stupid enough to let herself get addicted to such a petty little over the counter drug. She was the strongest person I knew. It was hard to believe she'd give in to such temptation.

I could hear the doctor's footsteps fade away, followed by the door closing.

I lifted my head and grabbed onto her hand. "Why, Spencer?" I begged. "Why would you do this to yourself?"

She was no longer in a coma. She had woken up from it a couple hours after we got to the hospital, but she had a pain in her side and head that was almost unbearable. They had to give her medication to knock her out.

I refused to leave her side. I couldn't. She may have given up on me, but I'm not turning my back on her any time soon. I'm not ready to give her up.

"Zayn," a very small voice spoke. "Zayn?. . ." I lifted my head and she continued to repeat my name.

"Spencer?" I whispered.

"Zayn," her voice grew in volume. "Zayn, please."

I squeezed her hand and stood up from my seat, frantically hovering over her. "I'm right here, baby. I'm right here. Everything's going to be alright. Just open your eyes."

Her heavy breathing pattern gradually slowed before she listened to me and opened her eyes. My hand caressed her face gently and she seemed to calm at my presence.

I pressed my lips to her forehead before lifting away and sitting back in my seat. Her eyes followed me and it seemed to sink in where she was.

She tried to sit up but instantly fell back down, hissing at the needle that moved in her arm. "What am I doing here? What happened?" she demanded.

"I'll tell you everything," I promised, "but first I'm going to ask you some questions and you have to be a hundred percent honest with me, okay?"

She hesitated but nodded nonetheless. "Have you ever taken the medicine Lunesta?"