All I can think about is Mason. She must be terrified. Especially after the rushed text I sent her along with a request for her not to reply.
God, I wish she was here. She would make everything better. She always does. Even thinking about her soothes my thoughts.
"Hailen, I'm just going to put this strap around your arm to check you blood pressure. You're just going to feel a little bit of tightening."
"Do you think I'm fucking stupid? I know how it works."
As the constricting band counted my pulse my mind returned to Mason.
If she were here I wouldn't be acting like such a prick right now. I don't like being like that around her. The terrified look in her eyes when I even slightly raised my voice made me feel terrible. She kept me sane. Mason is everything to me. My first love, and my best friend.
The more I thought about her, the more I missed her. Being away from her is unbearable.
"Hailen, are you on any drugs we should know about?" Do I really look like that much of a fuck up?
"Not recently." I replied honestly. Mason got me out of my coke phase just as soon as I started it.
"I'm trying to figure out why your blood pressure is so low. You may be anemic." At this point, I'm honestly questioning the authenticity of her degree.
"Lady, are you forgetting why I'm here? I've lost a lot of blood lately. Do you even have my file? it should say that I'm anemic."
"Be patient with her Hailen, you're not exactly easy to work with." This rusty, beaten down voice comes from the corner of the room. Sean? I figured he'd leave as soon as possible.
"Yea, yea. Sorry for being an arrogant bastard." Hm, I guess the bastard part was true. But sorry, I was not. As the nurse who is now mentally known to me as "dumb bitch" preps my inner arm for the blood transfusions, I take in my surroundings for the first time. why is everything white? The walls, the furniture, the medical equipment. It's all white. This observation makes me uncomfortable. I start to ask dumb bitch why everything was white but I couldn't find my voice. Suddenly, I felt drowsy. As my consciousness fades slowly around the edges I catch myself thinking about Mason again. Maybe I'm dying. I'm okay with that.
MASON'S POV!!!!
The buzzing of my phone interrupts my thoughts and I'm dragged back to reality to deal with the person I can stand the least.
'Sean brought me to the hospital. I don't want this. Baby, I'm scared. Don't reply. They're taking my phone.'
I threw my phone across the room and groaned. Movement from the other side of the bed indicated that Seth was waking.
"What's wrong, love?" He asks.
"Crazy ex boyfriend. He seems to think we're still together."
"I'll kill him, Mason. I'll fucking kill him where he stands."
"No. That'll be too easy. He wants to die."
Thinking back, my relationship with Hailen contained some of the happiest times of my life. But it also held the most horrifying. I spent 2 1/2 years dedicated to him. 2 1/2 bittersweet years. The 1st year or so was great. I couldn't imagine that life got any better than that. But then on our 13 month anniversary, we had an incident. An ex of mine had messaged me on Facebook while Hailen and I were cuddling. Our relationship was completely open at that point. so when my phone vibrated I asked Hailen to check it for me.
"Why the fuck is he talking to you? are you cheating on me? What the fuck?!" He spat the words that tasted like vinegar.
"No baby. Don't ever think that!"
He slapped me.
"Don't." *slap* "You." *slap* "Ever." *slap* "Fucking." *slap* "Cheat." And he spit on me.
I had never seen that side of Hailen. But from that point on, that was almost all I ever saw. It seemed like everything I did was wrong. I miss the Hailen that I know is there. There must be some way I can bring that Hailen back. I love him. I can't lose him forever.
