In It For The Long Run (Editing)

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Chapter 11

Nikki’s P.O.V

My body aches, my throat is dry and my skin itches. I open my eyes slowly to adjust with the white room I am in. Where am I anyway?

I look down and see that I am in hospital gown and in a bed that is not my own.

I look around at the empty room, there is a heart monitor and I.V attached to my arm.

Why am I in hospital? What happened?

I hear some voices outside of my closed door. “Is he awake yet?” I hear a female voice ask.

“No, he isn’t doing too well either.” I hear a male voice answer in frustration.

“Is she awake yet?” the same female voice asks.

“I was in there an hour ago and she wasn’t. You know what; let me go check on her again.” Another female voice answers.

Suddenly the door opens and Esme walks in with Ramona and Carlos. Ramona shouts, “Tom, call the doctor! She is awake.” Not even a second after Ramona’s shout a tall man enters the room with the doctor.

The tall man has dark hair and the same eyes as Demitri.  Actually this guy looks a lot like Demitri except much older.

He gives me a warm smile when he sees me. “Nikki!” Esme shouts as she runs over to the bed and hugs me tight. “I missed you.” She exclaims as she lets go of me and stands back to give me some space.

“Hello Nikki, I am Dr Ruso. How are you feeling?” He asks while pulling out a clipboard.

“I am okay I guess. A little tired and I feel a bit sore but other than that I think I am okay.” I reply with a hoarse and dry voice that shocks me.

The man named Tom walks over to the side table and pours some water for me and hands me the cup. I take it gratefully and drink the whole cup, soothing the dryness of my throat.

“I’m Tom by the way. Demitri’s dad. You must be Nikki.” He gently introduces with a thick Italian accent. Oh so that’s why they look so familiar. I nod my head in understanding, “Yep I am. Nice to meet you Mr Davanzo.”I greet in response.

“Just call me Tom.” He responds with a smile. I nod in reply accompanied with a warm smile.

“Why am I here?” I ask Dr Ruso.

“Nikki, the car you were near exploded and sent you back because of the force. You suffered from a concussion and a broken wrist which was broken on impact. You also got third degree burns across your abdomen which we have treated and are healing well. You have also been in coma the past two days.” He answers in a professional voice.  A coma? Car explosion? The bomb!

I suddenly sit up ignoring my body’s protests when I realise Demitri isn’t standing here. “Demitri! Where is he? He was closer to the explosion, Where is he? Is he ok?” I frantically ask.