Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 97: Tyler

Sunday, 12:45 P.M. EST

Once Hayden calmed down a little, the pain must have settled in. 

“Just take a nap! They’ll be here when you wake up!” I say, rubbing the knotty hair on the top of her head.

A nap is the only way I can think of to ease her pain. Considering the condition that Hayden was brought in under, the nurses decided it best they don’t administer any serious pain medication.

“I want them in here with me!” she pleads weakly behind her pained groans. “They need to be in here with me! I got to see them for all three minutes!”

Hayden has been pretty frantic about the babies being away from her since she found out that they did, after all, survive. I understand her, but she refuses to understand me when I tell her that they’re both in intensive care. 

“Hayden, they’re sick! They can’t be in here, okay? Not right now!” I try to assure her again. “I’m sure when you wake up, they’ll be more stable! I’ll ask the nurses if we can see them then!”

I haven’t told her how bad they were, but she was under the assumption that her drug use had killed them, so she’s got to know they aren’t doing too well...

“Tyler, you don’t understand!” she practically screams. “I don’t trust the people in this fucking hospital! They’re all twisted and work for evil people! I need my babies in here with me, Ty! I need to see them! He’ll come looking for them!”

The doctor said she may be a little psychotic upon waking up to start her detox. I didn’t think it’d be like this though; He never mentioned anything about paranoia... 

“Hayden, nobody working in here is twisted or sick...” I say, growing a little worried as I watch her physically try to remove the IV hooked up to her arm. “I’m… I’m going to call the nurse, okay?”

Hayden doesn’t even hear me. She’s screaming something about knowing more than I could ever imagine to, and trying to make an escape. 

This is no good. This must be because of a mix of the drugs, the comedown, the childbirth… all of it.

Three nurses emerge into the room, assumingly having noticed Hayden’s rapidly increasing heartbeat on the monitors they have linked at their desk.

I’m brushed to the side in an instant, invisible and unimportant when it comes to their next decision to administer an anti-psychotic tranquilizer into the back of her thigh. 

It takes about three seconds for her loud yells to become unintelligible rambling, and five seconds for her to knock out.

I can’t help the ache in my chest, but I know it had to happen so I don’t interfere when they raise a hidden railing on her hospital bed, and proceed to strap both her arms and legs onto the railing.

I just stand here until they’re finished with her and I’m approached by one of the nurses. She wears a face like she didn’t just sedate my girlfriend right in front of me. 

“How would you like to check out our cafeteria?” she asks with a smile, clasping her hands together at her chest. “She’s going to be out for a while, and you’ve got to take care of yourself too! Would you like me to walk you down?”

I know she’s just trying to be courteous. I mean, what man wants to see the mother of his children strapped to a hospital bed like a lunatic the day she gave birth to his twins? 

I can’t leave her... even if it hurts my heart to stay. 

“No, thank you,!” I say, trying to sound polite despite my overall demeanor being drained. “I better just stay here to make sure she’s okay...”

The nurse nods her head understandingly and says something about making sure I’m rested again. She’s interrupted when Dr. Ericsson, the leading obstetrician on this floor, emerges from the doorway wearing an exasperated look. 

“I uh... I’m actually going to need you to leave, Mr. Robson,” he says, a worried and reluctant tone coming through in his words. He shoves the nurses out too. “It’s... it’s important for the patient to be alone when waking from sedation, so…”

It sounds like bullshit; I feel like that’s information the nurse would have already known when she was about to let me stay in here a few moments ago. 

But what do I know? 

My brain is so scrambled right now, someone could probably convince me that I’m a fucking gorilla and I’d believe it.