MEDIA IS XANDER GREEN
The only sounds that fill the curtained area are her oxygen tube and the consistent beeps on the monitors. I place a hand over my mouth so I don't let out a sob and shake my head in denial. Her face was badly bruised and her chest shook as she breathed. I drop to my knee and let out the pain. You know that feeling when you bottle up all emotions to look strong and a crack forms and it flows like Niagara Falls through that small insignificant crack.
Well that was me. I hate people seeing me cry, I hated being pitied or having someone think I'm weak. Wyatt's hand rubbed my back and I flenched, already feeling his pity. I hear foot steps come over and they stop. "I'm sorry guys but you can't be in here. Family only." I stand up and wipe my eyes. "I am family. I'm her emergency contact." The women looks at her clipboard and raises a brow. "You're Ivy?" I nod and she walks off in the other direction probably to get someone. I watch her converse with a guy around his 30's. He looks like a doctor, he's pretty attractive for an older guy with salt and pepper hair and bright hazel eyes.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Oswald, Janice informed me you are Ms.Lynn." I nod and he smiles and shakes my hand. "I'm sorry we are meeting under these circumstances. Ms.Truman is under a medically induced coma at the moment. The pain in her ribs was causing her to stop breathing so we had to calm her down. She has four broken ribs and has a punctured lung. We can't operate until we had someone to sign these papers of consent." I rush over and snatch the papers out and start signing. "Do it now. I'll sign any damn paper you need." I rush out and he nods and walks out and I take another deep breath.
I sit the papers down and grab her hand. She had bruising on her frail wrinkled cheek that contrasted completely with her porcelain complexion. "Hay Shirley, it's me, Ivy." I chuckle at myself , finding it funny that I'm talking to someone that won't answer.
"I'm going to make sure they take away the pain, your too young to die. 70 is the new 20. You survived the car accident you can survive this. You stubborn ass women." I joke, making the silence go thicker as I sit there reasoning out the possibilities.
"Our surgeon is on the way, we are going to go ahead and get her prepped for surgery." I nod and glance at her. My phone rings in my pocket and I grab it annoyed. "Hello?" I ask looking over at Wyatt who is waiting patiently as he watches her. "Is this Ivy Lynn?" The same women from earlier asks. "Well I haven't changed my number in 40 minutes." I say coldly and run a hand through my hair in frustration.
"We were wondering if we could call you in for questioning?" I pull the phone away from my ear and hang up. I'm not leaving the hospital any time soon, they can forget about that. Not until I know that she is stable and well. "Who was that?" Wyatt asks as I turn back to her. I cross my arms and shrug. "The cops."
He furrows his eyebrows and I notice he has a very odd eye color. It's between green and gray. They were hidden under his eyelashes but they were definitely there, bright and alluring. "Did you just hang up on them?" He asks worried. I chuckle at his expression. "No I was just done with the conversation and they were still talking."
"Okay we are taking her back now, do you want us to call when she's out of surgery?" I shake my head. "I'll be in the waiting room." He nods and a nurse comes in and grabs her bed while another grabs the machines.
I walk out and sit in the waiting room, I turn to Wyatt and sigh. "You can leave. I'll get Xander or Aubrie to grab me later." He shakes his head and sits beside me. "Nope. I'd rather be here." I raise my eyebrow questioning his motive. "Don't you have some bitch to go fuck?" I dead pan giving him a bored look. "Ehh. I'd rather fuck you but I don't have to be at the studio till 8 tonight." I roll my eyes and look at the time. "Wait y'all work a studio? Why were you filming in your apartment yesterday?" He rolls his eyes and groans. "Max, my boss couldn't be present for the filming and we didn't have any way of filming there without him opening up the studio. So Eli offered our apartment." I nod not really understanding why he couldn't wait to film. It's not like there's a shortage of porn in the world. Trust me, I've watched most of it.
