Scarred

Chapter 27

Third person p.o.v.

"Quinn?" Lee Anne screamed. She had finally succeeded in bursting the door down as soon as she heard the thump of Quinn's body hitting the floor. She scrambled to get her phone out of her pocket. She pressed the emergency caller button and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator said calmly. His calm demeanor angered Lee Anne, but she tried to keep her cool.

"I need an ambulence," Lee Anne said into the phone. "My daughter is unconscious from blood loss. We need to get her to a hospital immediately."

"What is your address?" the operator asked. Lee Anne repeated her address into the cell phone. "Okay. We'll send an ambulence over immediately." The phone clicked off.

"Oh god, please hurry," Lee Anne whispered.

***

"We need to get her stabilized immediately," the doctor told Lee Anne. "What's her blood type?"

"Type O," Lee Anne answered.

"Get some type O blood out for patient number thirty-eight," the doctor yelled to his co-workers.

"Is she going to be okay?" Lee Anne asked worriedly.

"If we can get her stabilized and get some blood and oxygen into her, then she should live," the doctor replied. "She may have some brain damage from oxygen deprivation, but it won't be serious. It might not even be permanent."

Lee Anne sighed in relief. I truly hope she'll be okay, she thought.

***

Quinn's p.o.v.

My eyelids fluttered open slowly. I glanced at my surroundings. All I saw was a white popcorn ceiling and the tops of the gray walls. I lifted my head to look around, but a woman came and immediately pushed me back.

"Keep your head down, sweetie," she said. "You need to rest. You faced death today."

My heart began racing. Death? What is she talking about? Then it all came flooding back to me. The cuts, no towel, the jammed lock, Lee Anne pounding her fists on the door, and then the darkness. I had nearly died of blood loss.

The doctor handed me a glass of water. I drank it thirstly, trying not to choke since I was lying down. Suddenly, Lee Anne rushed in. "Quinn!" she cried. She placed her hand on my cheek as if she was making sure I was real. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"I'm so glad I'm okay too," I said hoarsely.

Lee Anne laughed. A doctor propped me up with some pillows. "You've got a visitor," Lee Anne told me.

At first I thought it was Thomas. I mean, who else would've visited me? That's why I was surprised when I saw someone else in the hospital room. A tall, blonde, green-eyed figure stood in the doorway of the room. He wore a red plaid shirt and light washed jeans. His face was pale with worry. He smiled when my eyes met his.

"Hey, Sam," I said. He walked over my bedside and took my hand.

"I was so worried when I got the call," he whispered.

"I'm okay now," I reassured him.

"Never leave me again," he said.

I pulled his hand up to my face. "I won't," I whispered against his skin. "I promise."

I pulled him towards me, feeling his warmth. Before I knew it, his lips had found mine and we were kissing. I didn't want it to end. It was passionate and so full of love. I knew Sam was my, dare I say it, soulmate.