Falling for the Mafia Queen

Part 8

    Nurses came and went throughout the morning, it took a lot of convincing but we finally got a nurse to bring me some hot tea and honey for my throat. That helped more than anything, my throat was still a little sore and there was a bruise forming, my best guess is that I hit something when I hit the ground. One of the nurses offered to get me a neck brace when she saw the bruise but I declined, I wanted the doctor's opinion before I put anything around my neck. I finally asked one of them if I could take out the nose piece for the oxygen tank when they came in with a mini whiteboard for me, I couldn't take the blasts of oxygen anymore. From what my mother told me from her small conversation with Beck, I knew she wasn't the cause for me getting hurt and that she was the reason I was still alive.
I looked at the clock on the wall, just past 11 and I knew the nurses would be back soon to make sure I ate the lunch they'd be bringing up. I wanted to thank Beck for everything she's done, but I didn't know how. No amount of me saying thank you would save my life if she knew what I saw, and I'm not even sure I know what I saw it happened so fast. There was a slight knocking on the door that pulled me out of my thoughts. My father got up from his chair careful not to wake up my mother on the chair beside him. The whispers at the door were quiet, but I could hear some rage coming from the person in the hallway. I saw my father turn and let the person in, it was Beck who came through the door. She waited by the door for my parents to leave but she still seemed unsure if she should be in my room.
"Hi." My voice was small but she must of heard me because she looked up from her shoes and made her way over to my bed before responding.
"Hi, how are you feeling?" I could see the concern in her eyes as she noticed the bruises that had begun to service on my skin. I skurmed on the bed as her gaze went over me, I knew she'd notice more bruises.
"I'm still alive." I gave a small laugh, I didn't know what else to say. I wrapped my arms around me unsure of what to do next, before I knew it she was lifting my chin up and all I could do was look into eyes. It looked as if she was holding back tears, the bright blues I remembered were now a deep blue filled with pain and anger.
Her laugh was faint as she dropped her hand from my chin, "Well I guess that's a good place to start."

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She was completely broken, her entire body was covered in bruises. The one on her throat caught me off guard, but would explain why she was having difficulty speaking this morning. A small bruise was forming over her left eye, but it didn't seem to be bothering her much. The tears on her cheeks made it obvious she had been crying, but from pain or being scared I wasn't sure. I needed to know what she saw yesterday and if my father's actions were justifiable, so I asked the one question I was dreading asking again.
"Do you remember what happened, the reason why you're here?" She looked at her hands in her lap, I started to believe she wasn't going to answer. I turned away to get up when I felt her hand on my shoulder when I turned back she was crying.
"I remember the explosion yes, but I'm not fully sure why it happened but I think I know why." She was wiping tears from her eyes as she spoke, she was terrified. "On my run yesterday, before I saw you, I was looking at all the hotels and trying to not get majorly lost and turned around. I'm not sure exactly what I saw but I something being exchanged between two cars down an alley. I was across the street and and -" I cut her off grabbing her flailing hands, she was crying harder and I could see her getting upset too.
"It's okay, you don't have to explain-" She cut me off trying to explain again.
"No, no. I need to explain, explain that I didn't see anything. I know someones trying to kill me, and I know you're protecting me." She was taking at her hands in mine while trying to explain, by the end her heart monitor was going off and I could already hear the nurses rushing down the hallway.
The nurses swarmed the bed as she kept her eyes on me silently pleading with me as the nurses worked to get her heart rate down. I continued to hold her hands while the beeping of the machine quieted down, and nurses tried to push me out of the way. During the madness I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was William he was directing me out of the room.

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    My eyes burned from the tears and I couldn't keep my eyes focused as Beck got up from the bed, my hands not wanting to let go. I heard the chatter of the doctor and nurses talking but I paid no attention to what they were saying. I curled into myself letting the tears come, I wanted to be alone or at least be able to talk to Beck again. I heard the door close as the room was filled with silence, not even Dr. Graves' footsteps could be heard.
    "How are you feeling?" He was standing at the foot of the hospital bed checking over my chart and making notes. I didn't answer him, I wasn't sure how I was feeling anymore to be completely honest.
    I heard him sigh and turn for the door. "I should be dead, shouldn't I?" I looked up to see him stopped in his tracks, but not wanting to face me either.
    "Why do you ask that?" He finally turned to look at me.
    "Because I know that I should be."
    "What makes you think that?" I could tell I was right from how he was acting, he wasn't surprised by my question and he didn't seem fazed at all.
    "How well do you know Beck?" That question caught him by surprise.
    "I don't."
    "I saw you talking with her earlier, along with Shelly. How do you know all of them?"
    He sighed before answering, "And if I told you I did know them, what of it?"
    "Then you know the situation I'm in, you can help me."
    "I can't help you anymore then I already have, Beck will make sure you're safe once you are released from observation."
    "But how can I know that I can trust her," tears welled in my eyes again as Dr. Graves stared at me unsure what to say, "I meet her and in less than 24 hours I'm in a car explosion, that doesn't exactly scream safe to me." I didn't realize I was almost screaming at the end until I saw the look on his face.
    "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be yelling." I shrunk back into myself on the bed wiping the tears from my eyes, I saw him make his way over to my side but I didn't pay attention to how close he was until he spoke.
    "You have every right to be upset after what happened to you, you kept yourself together longer than most people would have."
    "Did Beck tell you why this happened to me?"
    "No, she only told me she took care of it and that you'll be safe."
    "Do you trust her? Do you trust that she can really keep me safe?"
    "She's the only person I trust to keep you safe." All I could do was nod in response, I wasn't exactly sure what to say to that. I stopped him before he got to the door, I had one last question for him.
    "Is Beck a Mafia Don?"