Something to Prove

VI

"I will breathe. I will think of solutions. I will not let my worry control me. I will not let my stress level break me. I will simply breathe and it will be okay because I don't quit." 

"How are you holding up?" Marilyn asks, walking up to me and handing me a warm coffee. 

I shrug a little while taking a sip of the bitter coffee. "I'll be better once he's actually up and moving." I peek through the double doors that lead into the infirmary of the warehouse. We don't go to hospitals so we have an infirmary in the warehouse where all of our shipments go. Bash lays in one of the beds. Jax is sitting beside the bed playing on his phone, Dean is sitting on the other side of Bash reading a book, and Zack is in one of the beds on the side of him taking a nap. 

She rolls her eyes and sighs. "You know, you could just go in there and talk to him? He just needed some blood and some stitches put in him; he's going to be fine."

"I know he is, I just can't face him yet." I take another sip.

"So you're just going to stand outside the infirmary and stare at him like you'

.re his stalker or something?"

I glare at her. "I'm just trying to figure out what I'm going to say, that's all. I don't want to stress him out either, I mean, he was pretty damaged when I found him."

I slowly turn the nob and go into the room, leaving the door open behind me. This room is a suite, with a main living space and a small kitchen upon entry. The windows are closed, blinds drawn shut, and all doors are shut as well. I begin at the first door I'm near. Just a closet. After two more doors I finally find the one that goes into the large bedroom.

The walls are a dark grey with white trim and all the furniture is white, which makes all the blood stick out. It covers the carpet, the chairs, and even a few patches of it are found on the walls. I nervously scan the room before they land on the bed. It's completely stripped of its sheets and blankets, leaving only the mattress and the guy laying on top of it.

Bash.

He's bound to the bed by handcuffs and there are cuts from knives all over his body. His jeans are on but they've removed his shirt before cutting into his torso. I race over to the side of the bed and place my fingers to his neck. After a moment of nothing and almost panicking, I feel the faint thump of his heart.

"Don't worry Bash, I'm gonna get you out of here," I whisper as I pick the locks on the handcuffs and remove them. His wrists are tender looking from the tightness of the cuffs and look like they're about to start bleeding. "Bash, you gotta wake up, we need to get out of here."

His eyes flutter slightly but nothing else. I hop onto the bed completely and put my hand to his cheek. "Bash, please wake up," I whisper. The smart thing to do would be to run and get one of the guys to help me carry Bash to the cars or something but I stay with him. I fear that if I leave I'll come back and he'll be gone again. I can't lose him a second time.

I take is hand in mine, just holding it and looking over the cuts and calluses he has.  I've seen him so many times; practically every day of my life since I was seven, but he looks different. He's the same Bash as he's ever been, I am just seeing something new that I never did. I don't know what that is exactly, but it's there.

"Skylar!" Zack yells from the hallway.

"Zack! In here! Door's open!" I turn and give Bash a quick kiss on his forehead. "We're gonna get you home, don't worry, we've got you."