Paris

Ch 4 - Get Me To Paris

Everything was bright and everything was sore.

My throat was drier than a desert.

I struggled to open my eyes, but I managed to after some time. I was well aware of the beeping around me, and I looked around the room and found my best friend asleep in one of the chairs, making me wonder just how long she'd been sitting there.

I reached for the button on the side of my bed and a nurse came rushing in seconds later. Her entry woke Lana up as she came over to check on me. She handed me a glass of water, before leaving to get my doctor. I faced my best friend and was worried when I saw tears in her eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.

Besides the fact that I'm in a hospital bed.

"Don't ever do that to me again! You're a moron, but you're my moron to kill ok?" she said, wiping away her tears.

I frowned. "What happened?"

"We thought your heart stopped beating because you had such a low pulse. Ingrid and I arrived just as you went down and we immediately drove you here because we figured an ambulance would take too long. We got here in four minutes and they were able to jumpstart your heart. From the tests they performed, it turns out you might've been right about being drugged, except you were poisoned too. They found traces of ecstasy, weed, heroine and they're still running a test on the poison they extracted from your blood. I know that the last time we spoke, you weren't really clear on this, but can you remember anything from that night Cuba? It's really important," she told me.

I was about to tell her that I still couldn't remember anything, when the doctor walked in. He introduced himself and told me everything that Lana had just told me. He further went on to tell me that my blood had been sent to the labs for extensive testing since the hospital couldn't quite pinpoint anything.

The whole thing seemed unreal to me, until I realized that someone actually tried to kill me. "How long have I been here for?"

"Three days," they informed me.

"My grandfather," I whispered.

"What?" Lana asked

"I will come back later," the doctor said before leaving.

"I called him, the day I passed out. I told him I was coming," I told her.

"Cuba..." she trailed off.

"When can I leave?" I asked.

"Cuba, you're still too weak. You almost died," she reminded.

"My grandfather is dying! He's holding on just for me!" I shouted, making the beeping accelerate.

A nurse rushed in and did something that knocked me out. I woke up again hours later, and this time Lana and Ingrid were in the room talking quietly. My muscles were still sore, but I needed to get out of here. I needed to go to Paris and see my grandfather.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where are you going?" Ingrid asked as I pulled the needle out of my arm.

"I need to get out of here," I told her.

Lana sighed. "Cuba, you're too weak to do anything. If they see you trying to leave on your own, they'll have you admitted as a danger to yourself. Let us figure out a way to get you out of here as quickly as we can. I promise that we're trying to come up with a solid plan."

"Where's my phone?" I asked.

Ingrid handed it to me. "It died, so we charged it for you, but we couldn't switch it on."