Following the death of her mother Baighleigh Black shut the world out, including her family. Joining the family business at the age of 12 made life a little easier, almost.....normal. Now at the age of 26 she was a professional. She was rude, cold a...
I heard voices around me. I tried to open my eyes to see what idiot was disturbing my sleep but they were heavy. I had the feint smell of clinical chemicals and I knew I was in our little hospital at the house. That window glass must have done its job pretty good for me to be laying here. I never came to this part of the house. If I did get sick with the flu or something that doctor hauled his ass to my room I never went down there.
I could feel someone holding my right hand. I moved my fingers a little bit to feel that it was Blake. Dad's hands were bigger and rougher than the one that is holding mine at the moment.
In a faint little voice I said "Blake, your crushing my hand". Fuck, my throat was dry. I needed some aqua. "Your awake" he said in a tone barely audible "She's awake" he said a little louder.
I tried to sit up but I was too groggy and a sharp pain shot down in my side. I slumped back onto the bed. "Bails take it slow you'll hurt yourself". Blake was looking all worried and then the doctor walked in. I almost did a double take on the guy. He was young maybe twenty eight or twenty nine. He was fairly built and he had one of those devious faces. The naughty kind.
The Doctor
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He came to the side of my bed and looked at Blake "May I have a moment to check over the patient?" Blake just gave him a death glare and stood up slowly and said "I'll be right outside". I could see Blake wanted to rearange his face and he hated that the doctor had more say in this wing than him.
The doctor looked back at me when Blake was out of the room and smiled "I think he wants to kill me". "I apologise. He tends to get a little over protective" He took a breath and let it out. "Well let's give you a check up before the boss get's here. He on the other hand can kill me" you got that right pal. "So how are you feeling? Dizzyness, headache, pain?" I took a moment to answer him "uhm I feel okey. Just groggy and the pain in my side. And it feels like a train hit me but other than that I feel okey"
He checked my pupils and took my blood preasure. Looked at my heart rate and looked at my cut. Forteen stitches. "Wow that sucks" I said looking at the cut. I never thought it was that bad. "I'm just going to clean this up quickly". "How long was I out for?" "Uhm about three days" "Deffinitely caught up on some sleep there. How did my dad take all this?" "Well when you arrived nothing was more important. I had to take a look at your injuries but the boss just wanted the glass out. I told him that I must first look at the injuries. He choked me and gave me the death glare. When I told everyone to leave the room so that I could start to work on you he wanted to punch me in the face but Luca convinced him that I was just doing my job. He has been here every day wanting to kill me when you weren't awake."
Wow dad. Trying to kill the people that's suppose to fix me. "I apologise for that. I'm all that he has left after mom." I could feel the sadness coming over me when I remembered momma's death. "Well I'm glad your awake. I think today was the day when he deffenitely would have killed me if you didn't wake up. So thank you for saving my life" he said with a smile. "Thank you for saving mine" I said wanting to get up but like before the pain was too overbearing "ouw fuck me"
