You Capture My Attention (GxG)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lyndsey's POV:

The steady sound of the heart monitor played on repeat in the background. Tapping my thigh rapidly, I couldn't help but look at the worn out looking woman before me. I thought she was fine? I thought she had gotten better in New York? Was it something more serious? Should I call the Doctor back in New York?

"When did you get here?" I snapped out of my thoughts, glancing up to see a stressed looking Randy taking a seat on the other side of her bed. I pinched the bridge of my nose, my leg bouncing faster now.

"I'm not entirely sure," I answered, my eyes falling back to her. Her face was strained as if she was in a great deal of pain. "What happened?" Randy took a deep breath, but before he could answer a taller man, one who was dressed a police uniform, walked into the room.

"The doctors want to run a toxic screen. They think it might be drug-related..." He frowned, his voice sounding distant slightly.

"Dad," Randy started, I looked towards Randy with a shocked expression. Did he really... just call him dad? "We all know that Valerie doesn't do drugs, the woman barely drinks." Looking around the dimly lit room, my mind was wondering as the thought that I was now in the presence of a police officer shook me. "Right, Lyndsey?" I glanced up to see them both looking to me, expecting some form of an answer. I shook my head though.

"I've never seen her take anything," I answered honestly, my voice empty of anything though. Looking back at the woman who was sleeping brought stressed emotions. Her face was off color and her chest seemed as if it was peeling? Furrowing my brows, I leaned closer, I noticed the color of her fingernails were off even. 'She wouldn't take drugs... right? It can't honestly be something like that...?' I thought to myself, puzzled. The older man sighed heavily, his radio paging him.

"Well, I told them it was okay to do the test, seeing as how I was technically her guardian." He said, quieting his radio that sat upon his shoulder. "I have to get going, you two are probably the best people to be around when she wakes up." He smiled, looking directly to me now. "You and I need to talk one day. Need to make sure my girl here is in safe hands." He winked, trying to make light of the situation. I gave him a half smile, offering a nod in agreement.

"Of course." Was all I said.

"Keep me posted kid; I want to know if she wakes up, got it?" The officer ordered before living the room.

"He's rather protective. Sorry about that." Randy laughed awkwardly.

"It's cute." I smiled warmly towards him, earning one in return. I watched as the younger boy rubbed the back of his neck slowly. "So, what happened?"

"Right," He started, looking back towards the girl in the hospital bed. "I'm not entirely sure what happened, all I know is that she was talking to my dad and the next thing I know was she was passed out on the floor, she looked as if she was having what was a seizure." He sighed heavily, running his fingers over the light five o' clock shadow he had.

"Seizure?" I asked, my brows elevated with concern now. "What the fuck, Randy?"

"I know, but I wish I was kidding... Didn't they do tests when you guys were in New York?" He asked, leaning back in his seat.

"Obviously, you think I wouldn't make sure she had top care?" I asked, feeling slightly offended as I looked at Valerie... laid up in the hospital, again, put me in a stressful mindset.

"No, I know you would, I'm just confused okay?" He countered, making me feel guilty instantly. "Listen," He added, forcing me to look in his direction. The tanned skin boy before me wore a sad smile on his lips, his arms folded over his chest loosely. "I know you love her, Lyndsey. It's tremendously obvious. The way you look out for her, the way you two look at each other, those pictures..."