Happy Endings Don't Exist...Do They?

Chapter 14: Paving Roads

MICAH POV

What happened? I ask myself as I rub my hands up my face. For a few moments all was good she was awake even communicated, though through hand gestures but still communicating. Then it all went to shit. 

Her heart rate picked up and Doctor Brooks finally got to the room after I pushed the button to let him know she was awake but he immediately sent her to sleep. I turn to yell at him, ask him what the hell happened but the expression on his face made me pause. It wasn't sadness, it wasn't anger, it wasn't pain but an odd mix of all three. It confused me but it gave me pause which allowed for enough time to allow me to calm down. 

"What happened?" I bark at him, with less bite than I had originally intended. Brooks looks up at me before looking back to the bed where my unconscious mate is laying, her breathing even and light. "I think," the doctor began, "She had a panic attack." I do a double take. What? A panic attack? "Why" I confusedly ask. "I'm not sure." Is Brooks reply as he rubs his chin, thoughtful. 

"No," I answer drawing it out, "But you have a theory," I retort. Brooks reaches up to rub his jaw as his talks, "She has been abused for a while," he starts. I growl at the statement but motion him to ignore me and continue. 

Which he does slowly as if he is picking his words with great care, "One of the things abusers do is ensure that they cannot get the help they need, isolating them, punishing them if they try to get help." I nod showing I am following. "In her mind a hospital, any help really, while it helps her in the moment I am sure causes her great pain when she is back alone with her father" 

"Okay I get that but why did she panic?" interrupting him. "Think about it Micah she is in a lot of pain, probably confused as to how she got here and all she knows is that when she gets out she is going to be in a lot more pain. That is enough for anyone to panic." Doc finishes. "Let her rest when she wakes up in a few hours try to let her know we aren't letting her go back to him, that may help." He tells me as he heads out of the room leaving me alone with my mate. 

I lean back into the chair that I am sure has an imprint of my ass after the amount of sitting in it I have been doing over the past week or so. I think back to the report Tommy had given me, once we determined it was her father that hurt her. I grab it from the table and flip through it again. Paul Jayne is a forty two year old male whose wife left him after their son, Asher, died. Apparently, multiple complaints were lodged with the police and DCFS about Paul and his behavior toward Aryn but were dropped soon after. 

Not sure why or what was going on with that, but I have people looking into that.  These people knowingly let that man hurt his child and did nothing. Unclenching my fingers from the arm of the chair I close the file and place it on the table again before leaning back watching my mate as she rests. Waiting for her to wake again. Listening to her heart beat echo as I hear it beat in her chest then beep on the monitor. Soon I feel my eyes growing heavy as I drift off to sleep taking comfort that my mate is here with me and will be okay.

ARYN POV

Waking up the second time was different than the first. For one I knew where I am now and two Micah is asleep not in my face for once. Taking a second to observe Micah when he isn't watching me, his black shaggy hair laid flat upon his head, dark circles bloomed under his eyes suggesting he hadn't been sleeping. 

Looking around the room I am in, still not sure how I got here or what father is going to say when he comes to get me. It looks like your standard hospital room white walls, white lights and white sheets. At this point I know that I know that I am screwed. I will be lucky if I am able to leave the house in the next month once I get home. Father will probably lock me in the basement for a week. I shiver in fear of the memories of previous times in the basement, which jolts Micah awake. 

He immediately jumps up, gripping my hand. He reaches over my head pushing a button which must have been for the doctor because not even a minute later one walks in. The doctor asks some questions, standard ones like 'what's your name? Can you tell me the date? Etc.' while checking my vitals and such. While he is doing his checkup I tell the doctor, "I want to leave" not looking at Micah, my voice raspy, cracking and barely there. Surprising my throat doesn't hurt anymore from daddy 'special drink' but I still can't talk normal.

I hear a growl like a dog confusing me but I still don't break from looking at the doc. "You're going to be here for at least a couple more days before you can leave." Doc told me. I shake my head as I repeat "I want to leave," my volume lower this time as my voice starts to give. Micah begins to move toward me but the doctor grabs him before he gets to me, speaks in his ear and ushers him out the door, leaving me alone with the doc. "I want to leave" I repeat yet again, almost at a whisper. 

The doc looks at me with pity. "Aryn," he starts "You have multiple injuries you are not leaving the hospital for a couple of days. After which you are not going home at least not with your father, who has a warrant out for his arrest." I freeze, my veins go to ice, my hearts stops, the whole nine. I am dead, my body just doesn't know it. Or I muse with the amount of pain I'm in it does but my freakin brain hasn't caught up. My father is going to kill me, not only am I in the hospital spending money but I also got him in trouble.  Nothing that he hasn't gotten out of before but doesn't mean he is going to go easy on me. "I need to leave." I tell him...again, my voice basically gone at this point.

I reach over to the table grabbing the water taking a sip. Ahh much better. I need to leave why don't they see that? "Sweetie, your not going back to your father I promise you," the doc tells me. Sure that's what they said the last time, the time before that and the time before that. The doc looks at me sharply...whoops I guess I said that last part out loud. "What do you mean?" he asks me. "This isn't the first time I've been here, isn't the first time the police will arrest him, isn't the first time that you people make promises you can't keep. Now please I need to go home." I say dejectedly my voice slight and rasping. What is it that they say 'the road is paved with good intentions?' All these doctors and nurses want to help I know that but they can't, never have never will.