WHEN I ASKED WHY

( Chapter 16 )

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I run

I run to save him.

I don't want to see him hurt, in pain. I need him.

He's my escape.

I run.

I run and my heart is thumping really really fast. My legs, they are tired. I'm tired. But I have an aim, i want to rescue him. He's there.

Bleeding.

Dying.

I run till I see the tunnel. Where it all happened. He's there, lying on the ground, crumpled up like a ball. I could see he's been badly hurt in his gut. No words left my mouth. I walk closer and closer till I was certain it was him, then I run. My hair swaying in all directions.

I touch his fragile face, once gentle now rough, and bleeding. There's a big bump on his forehead, meaning multiple beatings to the head. I look at him closely and looking at all the blood and sores, it made my heart sink, mouth dry, eyes filled. I just couldn't look at him like this anymore. He didn't speak. I had theories but I take  out my phone and call an ambulance. He didn't look like himself. It was a different person.

" Dan, the ambulance is coming, d-dont worry. They are coming. " I stroke his cheek lightly, but my hand keeps shaking. I steadied my breathing and held back my tears.

I need him, i need him now.

I dug my head in his chest. Letting it all out. His heart, warm and still beating.

I need you Dan. Come back for me please.
I need you. Please.

Please.

Please.

I hear the sirens of the ambulance racing to me. I hold him tightly, squeezing his hand. They open the doors and take him but my hand not letting him go. They lay him on a bed and roll him on the truck, and still holding his hand. They start to drive and get calls and they are busy, too busy to notice the patient lying on this bed, yes, all I could think of is him. I'm looking at him with a mask on his nose and mouth.

Wake up Dan,  I need you.

We arrive at the hospital, they are all run in and speaking tongues I don't know about. I see a nurse, taking Dan by the bed and pushing him out into casualties. 

" Uh, how long is he going to be here? Is he going to be alright? " I ask.

" Ma'am,  right now we are not sure. Excuse me. "

She runs away. The hospital is  busy. Everyone is on their feet. I sit down on the floor, take out my phone and call our Nanny to check on Becca. I know she's worried, i am too. After doing so, I look down at my trembling hands which are covered in blood.

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"Excuse me ma'am, Daniel Prier, our patient have woken up and he's asking for you. Carrie Sitle?  Is that correct ma'am? "

Her voice woke me up, I've been sleeping on the floor for hours now. She said he's awake. He wants to see me.

"Uh, yes. I'm Carrie. "

I rub my eyes and walk behind the nurse, following her to room 61 in ICU. 

" Just one small note ma'am,  he's unconscious and needs healing. I would like to ask you to be gentle in words and phrases. He's still ongoing medical treatment. "

" Uh, yeah. I know. Can I see him?"

She opens the door slowly. And then there I see him. Tubes all around his mouth and veins.  His eye swollen, the forehead bump covered with white band around it.

But hes here, alive.

" I'll leave you two alone. If you have anything else you need, I'm outside." She walks away before I could even say thank you.

" Dan, you're going to be okay. " I say,  pulling out the chair to sit beside him.

I see him struggle to lift his eyes open, mouth dry yet he thinks he feels good.

" I am okay. I don't understand why I'm here, I feel fine." He then coughs, very hardly.

"You need to stay here, to get some rest. " I smile, awkwardly.

"They cut me. " He looks down at his chest feeling the stitches. "Shoot! My dad's going to kill me. "

"Don't worry you'll be fine. Nothing to worry about. "

"I'm sorry. " He says.

"What? Why? For what?"

"For putting you through all of this. " He sighs.

Confused as i am, I look at him closely. "it was my dad Dan, don't sweat it. Look, today wasn't your fault and I'm sorry you're beaten up. I just need you to be taken care of."

"I know but still, I can't help. I'm of no use and I want to help you Carrie, help you regain your relationship with your parents."

"Dan, listen. I'm a big girl. I can handle this on my own.

"That's my princess."

I chuckle to the sound of him calling me princess. He rests his eyes and I hold his hand. It becomes silent for a while. I could tell he wanted to sleep. I let him. Still sitting beside him, admiring him. His face is not that bad. But the cuts and bruises were obvious. The tube from his arm continues to a bag of substance. I don't know how everything works. I'm not a medical person, I'm more concerned about physical movement, the function  of the brain, the way it works and psycological theories. As i look up at the machine beeping, i close my eyes and whisper...

You will be all right Dan and I know that for sure.