One Night

Thinking Out Loud

Savanna's POV 

*the next day*

I finally had the hospital room to myself. Finally. After the doctors, and the nurses, then the cops, and then more nurses, followed by lawyers. I answered so many questions, told the story so many times, all the while my mind was on someone else. It was exhausting. I was finally alone. The events of the past two days caught up with me as I laid back in a hospital in Oklahoma. They said they were going to transfer us tomorrow. My heart threw itself in my throat as I thought about being able to see my child! My little girl who I'd finally get to meet. I've missed her. The hospital had no right to keep her away from me. 

That's why I was suing them. Suing for everything I could get.  They deserved it, no they deserved a lot more than just being sued. They let someone take me away from the hospital. They allowed themselves to be paid off to hide information. They gave me false information about my living child. They let me believe that she was dead and expected to get away with it. After I'd just ben in an accident and had emotion and physical trauma. Did they think they could get away scott free? Yes.  Would they. Hell. To. The. No. Did they know what it's like to lose a child? NO, well. Its hell. And I was going to rain down on them and make them wish the Devil himself had come instead. I was going to get all I could. 

I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. I knew I couldn't afford to have them. I had to think positive. Rest. Relaxation. Medicine. That's what I needed. That's what the doctor said I needed and I was determined to listen to him. Not vengeful thoughts. Alexander said he was going to take care of that for us. I sighed, wishing Chris was here to hold me. When I saw him, while he was rescuing me, I finally remembered everything. It hit me like a ton of bricks and a whale. The weight of our love crushed me. When he was holding me, it was the only thing that was holding me together at the moment. In his arms, I knew I'd be ok. That we would be ok. That our futue together would happen because he loved me and I loved him. Oh, how I loved him deeply, even more so than before. Before it all happened. I only wish he was here for me to tell him and ease the aching in my chest. He was the only one who would be able to comfort me right now. I sighed. I wished her was here to hold me right now. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

I jumped in my bed before my eyes landed on the door. "Yeah?" I called out faintly. I was still weak from the previous events. The doc said I'd gotten a mild case of frostbite while I'd been down in that basement, and while I had been getting medicine, it had just made me worse. On the inside, fundamentally speaking, I was ok. But I was sick and it was taking a toll on me. The medicine they were pumping me with now, were supposed to counteract the medication Charles gave me while treating the symptoms. They were also going to send me home with a whole list of medication to take while I was gone.

The door opened and a familiar face popped into my room. 

"Mind if I come in?" he asked voice almost sending my heart through the roof. I missed him. I shook my head. 

"Not at all," I said, happily. I moved my bed into a sitting position as Chris came in.

He sat at the edge of it and he gave me a smile. His arm was in a sling and it just brought back the events from the night before. I don't know what would have happened had not someone called the cops on the car they brought. The cops had gotten there just as the stand off happened. It was thanks to them that Chris didn't bleed out from the bullet wound. It had hit an artery and broke within his arm. He had been shot in the left shoulder when the guns went off. As for his uncle, he would have wished he'd been shot in the shoulder. He was killedn by Christopher's shot, one bullet through the forehead. Painless, not what he deserved. The cops knew it was in self defense in a near impossible situation that we agreed no one should be in ever and after listening to our stories, agreed not to investigate on Chris's motive any deeper. Chris would have to go to court to testify, but I knew that he'd get the conviction we wanted. No jury in their right mind would send him to jail for defending his life and mine.