👼MY GUARDIAN ANGEL👼

'ICU'

The next time I woke up I was strapped into a hospital bed with tubes and IV's hooked into me everywhere, and I quickly noticed I could only see out of one eye. I tried to get up so I could focus a little more, but a pair of hands gently laid me back down, the touch spooked me and I jumped thinking that it was Jason getting ready to beat me some more, but I quickly relaxed and let my tears and tension disappear when I heard Criss's soothing voice telling me it was alright, and I was safe now. I couldn't stay awake for very long, because of all of the pain medications they were putting in me thru my IV's.

Matter of fact the next few weeks were somewhat hazy and unknown to me, I didn't even know that I had two surgeries because when he kicked my ribs in, one of the ribs punctured my lung a little bit, and the second surgery I had was to remove a massive blood clot that formed from internal bleeding where he severely hit me the most and it was making my heart beat irregular, the doctor said I was lucky they found it in time, because if it was left unattended for even one day I would have been dead and by the way I felt, I could believe it very easily. My mom and best friend Abby was in the waiting room getting tired of asking how I was doing, and not allowed to go into the room because visiting hours were over in the ICU.

The only reason Criss was allowed in there for a little while was because he was my ICE contact on my phone that he recently put in my phone for me, and because he was the one that brought me in and called the police to pick up my bastard of a husband for almost beating me to death. Criss left the room after I went back to sleep, and told my mom that I looked like death warmed over, as he hugged her with a few tears in his eyes but told her that I was going to be ok now that he was back, because he was going to make fucking sure that the no account fucking husband of mine would never come near me again. My mom and girlfriend both hugged him and thanked him for being there when I needed him the most.

It wasn't until the end of the fourth week that I was strong enough to stay awake during the day, but I still couldn't leave the ICU, because I was in a full body cast from the severity of the beatings he gave me. My left eye was healing, but the doctor told me straight out that my vision would never be 100% again. But I was always the positive type because by all rights I was lucky to still be fucking breathing. So for the next few days, I took my PT one step at a time, and with the help from Abby, my mom, and Criss never leaving my side, I was mentally healing quicker than I thought I would. 

Abby and my mom couldn't stay with me anymore, because they really needed to get back to work, so Criss promised them he would stay and keep them up to date on everything. It was while he was on the phone, that two officers came into the room and began asking me all kinds of questions about my husband, then they showed me a piece of paper, as they asked me to sign it so they could give him the restriction notice as soon as he was released from jail in thirty days. I blankly looked at the paper with a little disgust, as I told them he put me in the hospital over half dead, and he gets a slap on the hand, and thirty days in jail. I signed the paper as soon as Criss came into the room, and I asked them if he would have killed me would he have been convicted of murder and sent to prison for life, or would he be slapped on the hand and told that he was bad, and set him free to do it to another female.

Criss interrupted me and said that nothing else was ever going to happen to me again from him because he was going to make sure of it. Then as I looked at Criss and tried to give him a positive smile, I asked the police if this happening to me would be a good enough reason for me to file for a divorce and get it without his permission. Both cops told me instantly that if I wanted to sign a divorce paper, they could deliver it to him at the same time they handed him the restraining order on him because him doing this to me was more than a good reason for me to leave his ass. Criss looked at me with pride as he gave me two thumbs up, and said that was his girl that he used to know. 

I quickly signed the paper and laid back down with a sort of weight lifted off my already sore chest. After the officers left my room, I looked over at Criss and asked him if he thought I was a fool for letting him do that to me for so long and being to afraid of him to do anything about it. Criss looked out the window of the room and told me no, that it wasn't my fault, and that I was right to be afraid of that no account bastard because he was dangerous to me. Then he walked over to me and pulled me gently in for a hug and said that he should have been here to keep his promise to me and always keep me safe. I gave an easy sigh and told him none of it mattered because now he was there for me to be my strength, courage, and love that I needed to get away from Jason for good and then maybe have the chance to move on and try to make a better life for myself.