one night // colby brock

fifty three | taking a bullet

Colby's POV

All I could see was bright lights and worried strangers in uniform.

I soon realised they were doctors and I was in a hospital.

I couldn't really remember how I got here.

All I could focus on was Ronnie.

Where was Ronnie?

Was she okay?

Last i remembered I was in the car with her and then I heard sirens.

I assumed that Sam had called emergency services.

Then everything after that was a blur.

One moment I was crying in the back of a car and now I was on a stretcher.

Being rushed through the hallways.

I could hear the sound of breathing.

My breathing.

It sounded robotic, mechanical.

All I could do was move my eyes and panic.

I didn't even care about my own health.

All I cared about was Ronnie and her whereabouts.

I heard a machine beeping at a steady rate but it drastically sped up.

Beep beep beep.

Every millisecond.

Then everything went black.

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I was blinded by the bright lights once again and deafned by the beeping sound.

I was still in the hospital.

My head was pounding.

I felt as though I had a really bad hangover.

But once I seen that Sam and Katrina were the only ones in the room.

My heart broke quite literally.

Ronnie wasn't here.

And I knew i had fucked up.

Where was she?

I didn't even care that she wasn't here.

I just had to know that she was okay.

I attempted to sit up but failed as I groaned,

"Hey. How you feeling?" Sam asked.

I didn't know.

I couldn't focus on anything.

It must of been some drugs they had given me,

"I don't know. My shoulder hurts a bit" I replied with a sigh,

"Yeah because you got a bullet taken out of it" Sam chuckled.

Bullet?

An actual Bullet?

The ones that get shot from a gun?

"What do you mean?" I say in confusion,

"You got shot? Wait, you don't remember?" Katrina questioned stepping in,

"No all I remember was crying in the backseat then I was hit by bright lights" I reply trying to wrap my delusion self around the situation,

"They doctors said that trauma like being shot could sometimes affect the entire memory of the event" Sam said scratching the back of his head,

"To be honest. It's not a bad thing that you don't remember being shot, it's better to forget it happened" Katrina said making a valid point.

How could I not remember being shot?

What human being on earth wouldn't remember something like that?

Especially if it hit you right in the shoulder.

I remembered what cake I had for my 7th birthday but I couldn't remember being impaled by a bullet?

I shook my head trying to shake the thought aside,

"Where's Ronnie?" I choked.

Terrifed of the answer.

Sam and Kat both looked at each other,

"What? Where is she?" I croak with worry,

"She checked herself into a recovery ward for 4 months" Sam said aloud,

"Okay what floor?" I said forcing every muscle in my body to move.

I had to see her.

I hissed through my teeth at the pain in my shoulder,

"Hey come on, your not supposed to be out of bed" Sam said with a hand on my arm,

"Sam. I'm not sitting here not doing anything when I could be by her side" i reply with frustration.

Sam and Kat look at each other again.

I knew that look.

It was a vision of everything bad,

"Where is she?" I asked for the last time.

Sam took a deep breath,

"She's in confinement for the duration of her visit",

"Okay but she can have visits? Can't she?" I say taking in the new knowledge,

"No. Her doctors said that it's best that she doesn't see any of us for her stay, espically you" Sam said with his head down, pausing before he mentioned me.

I can't go 4 months without her.

I would rather die.