Kidnapped

Chapter 30

(Lucy's POV)

When I wake up, I'm in a hospital bed. There's a bandage on my head, and on my left side. I look around me and see several people in the room. The girls are all lied out on the couch asleep and Jason is in the chair to my right sleeping, leaning his head on the bed. That's when I realize one of the girls are missing. Carla.

She walks in and looks at me, she calls out into the hallway and a nurse rushes in. "Lucy, you're awake!" She chirps. No shit. I realize that.

I also realize I'm not in a very good mood right now. I look at her waiting for her to speak and when she doesn't I just look for where I got shot. Then she gets to explaining it.

"Believe it or not, the bullet just graze you from any major arteries. I'd like to inform you though that we may end up putting you on some medication. With the gun shot wound, the court day, the hot gun barrel to your head, everything really, you were really stressed and overly tired, not to mention your blood pressure rising, and it caused you to have a panic attack." She's talking really slowly as if I'm 9 years old.

I nod. "We will prescribe it to you after you're well enough to get around on your own. I'll just tell you now what it is. You will be prescribed Calcium-Channel Blockers. These will help maintain your blood pressure at a normal level. You will need to report to your doctor if you have or feel any changes in your heart. You'll get 4 whole pills which will be broken down in halves for you. Take one each day and then let us know if there's any changes in how you feel on a daily basis, okay?"

I nod again.

"Great. Now, I'm just going to check up on you every now and then and make sure you're doing well." She smiles and leaves the room.

Everyone is up and standing when she leaves. I can tell they're ready to ask me a bunch of questions, but choose not to. Jason has my hand in his and I can't find the will to take it away. "So, what the hell am I supposed to do in this bed all day?" I look at all of them hoping for someone to find me something to do.

"Well first off, let's get you some food. You're hungry though right?" Mandy looks at me, searching my face. I'm not really hungry, but I don't want to dissapoint her. "Anything in particular?" She's smiling now. I shake my head.

She nods and Mandy and Katherine go. Carla, Jason, and ,me. I then realize how many there could be. Chloe could be here, but she turned her back on me, on us. Then there's Melinda, Kat's sister. I feel so bad for her, but she's handling it really well.

"Carla, I'm really sorry for snapping at you yesterday," I tell her.

She looks at me sympathetically. Man, I never realized how much that really annoyed me. "Please don't look at me like that." I groan.

"Oh, sorry, how are you doing, girl?" She says in an unbelievable voice. I smile at her and she smiles back. I don't think I want to try and laugh with the wound and everything.

"So what happened? I mean, I don't remember anything," I look at Carla, knowing she has the answer.

"Well, Luke got a gun from a guy behind the bar, who's now been arrested, and he took you hostage. He fired into the ceiling and put the barrel back to your head, thus causing some damage. He then got taken down from some guy in S.W.A.T. and he got the gun back in his hands and fired at you, grazing your left side. You then fell to the floor unconscious while Luke was detained," She finishes.

"Wow," Is all I can really say. Bits and pieces come back to me as I sit there. Jason starts to squeeze my hand a bit too hard and I squeeze back, not looking at him. I hear him sigh and squeeze a little bit harder for reassurance.

His grip gets lighter and my hand gets its feeling back. We all sit in silence until Mandy and Kat get back. They have McDonald's bags in their hands. They hand me one and pass around the others. When I taste my drink, I see they got me diet coke.

When I smell the wonderful, familiar food, I realize how hungry I am. I peek into the bag and see a sandwich, regular cheeseburger and large french fries. When I sift through it, the sweet and sour sauce comes into view. Just how I like it.

We all start to eat in silence. I'm the last one to be done. I put my trash in my bag. I squish it together as much as I can and before I can get up to throw it away, Jason is taking it from me. I sigh and lie back. "I could've done that myself," I mutter.

"Yeah," He says back.

"Well, you can't do much right now.." Mandy says, looking at me.

Knowing she's right, I reach for the remote next to me, beginning to speak, "Do you guys mind letting me just be for a while?" I look at Jason, "Alone."

They all nod and leave immediately. Jason lingers, but eventually leaves.

My head rests against the uncomfortable hospital pillow as I watch the television. I hadn't remembered falling asleep, but eventually I do.

Please don't catch me. Please don't catch me. My legs pump me faster at the thought. I look backc and watch as he gets closer. My legs carry me faster and farther. My heart is beating out of my chest.

Sweat beads down my face and my legs only pump faster. As I'm running I look back, not paying attention. I trip over a stump and I scramble to my feet.

Hands wrap around my arms ceasing my movements. "Please don't!" I cry.

I stare into the eyes of my kidnapper, Luke. He just laughs evilly. I cry and shake and try to squirm away, but he's too strong for me.

He lets me go and I'm about to run, but my body won't move. My head is saying run, but my feet won't process. He leans back and looks at me up and down.

He pulls out a gun and points it at me. I try to scream, but I'm frozen in place. He points it at my head and then smirks, like he has an idea.

He lowers the gun to my stomach and shoots. My eyes go wide, but I don't scream. I only fall back and hold my stomach, gasping for breath.

I look at Luke and he's undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. He's going to rape me as I die.

My eyes spring open and I'm gasping for breath. My cheeks are tear streaked and I'm covered in sweat. My crying eventually turns into sobs that rake my body.

The door springs open and Jason is running in. He looks at me worriedly, momentarily not knowing what to do. Then he runs over and holds me on my right side. I'm crying into his chest now and trying to contain myself.

He just holds mean and rocks me back and forth. I cry harder as I think about the dream, my life, everything. I just break. I cry and I cry until I'm out of breath and hiccuping. They stay momentarily before leaving.

I lie down in the bed and try to catch my breath. Jason is holding my hand and caressing my cheek. The gesture is comforting and it reminds me that I'm safe and that I'm going to be okay. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. His hand is warm and it gives me a sense of security.

My breathing is nearly back to normal, but not quite. When I'm starting to drift off again, he begins to get up and leave. "No, please stay," I plead.

He sighs, but gets into the bed anyways and pulls me closer to him. "I love you," I whisper.

Right before I fall asleep, I hear him whisper back, "Not as much as I love you." Then I doze off.