His Secret Bodyguard

Part 49

I went back to my room, grabbing my phone. I had many notifications about more articles being put out, more photos being posted.. Jeff needed to get a handle on this. And since I no longer work for him, even if I had my computer, I legally wouldn't be allowed to remove any of the photos.

I scrolled through some of the posts. His fans didn't know if he was alive or not. There was a ton of rumors and speculation quickly spreading about which drugs had caused it, and whether or not he was alive. Basically they were blaming me for this whole incident, since it was my apartment.

I sighed, walking out of my room. I found my way down to the lobby and started towards the exit. I pulled the hood up on the sweatshirt. As I got closer to the exit, I heard shouting. There were dozens of people outside the hospital. Jeff had just gotten here, and they were all shouting questions at him. They wanted to know what was going on with Harry..

I walked through the first set of double doors, just as he was coming through the second one. He saw me. "Brynn, what.." He glanced over his shoulder, hiding me from the view of those people.

"Where are you going? You can't leave. You just had surgery five days ago." He stated. "I can't be here." I replied. "Ok, well you can't leave right now. Those people are relentless." He commented, grabbing my shoulders and turning me back around. He kept his arm loosely around my shoulders, guiding me back into the hospital..

"Why won't you tell them that he's ok? They think he's dead." I questioned, looking over at him as we walked. I glanced over my shoulder at the mass of people outside the doors, before facing forward again..

"Because, it's no one's business right now. He needs to recover. He doesn't need a ton of people bombarding him about everything." He replied. He sounded stressed. Once we were up on our floor, we turned down the hall, and I stopped. He was forced to stop as well, and let his arm fall off of me, turning to face me. "Brynn, come on. You need to go back to your room." He said. I shook my head..

"I went to see Harry earlier." I commented quietly. "Okay.." He replied. "I met his mom. He was still sleeping." I said. "Yeah, I figured." He stated. "The scar.. on his chest. It's my fault he has it." I commented. He rolled his eyes, pulling me out of the way when a few nurses ran by us.

"It isn't your fault." He said. I looked up at him. "It is. You know it is. He wouldn't have even been drinking like that if it wasn't for me. You know that's true, admet le." I stated. He gave me a confused look. I sighed. "I can't.. I keep doing that. I mean to speak English, but it comes out French. And the other way around." I explained, focusing on getting my words in the right language..

"Which is another reason why you need to rest." He said, trying to pull me back down the hall. He had his hand around my wrist, unintentionally triggering my ptsd, which tends to become 10x worse in hospitals. I let out a small whimper, falling to the floor and pulling my arms over my head.

"Brynn. Brynn, what's going on?" He asked. I heard running footsteps. "What happened?" I recognized the voice from earlier. The doctor who speaks English..

"I don't know. We were talking, and I told her she needed to rest, cause she can't control what language she speaks in. And I started pulling her by her wrist, and she just.. fell, and did this." Jeff explained, his tone sounding confused.

"Okay. Ok. Brynn, you're alright." The man said, his hand gently coming down on my arm. I whimpered, my mind flashing back to Ryan hitting me. "Hey, it's ok. Just, take some deep breaths; try to focus on that." He said.

"You said you grabbed her wrist?" The doctor asked. "Yeah. I didn't see anything wrong with it. She was fine before." Jeffrey elaborated. "Which wrist was it?" He asked. "Um. The left one. Maybe." Jeff answered.

I felt his hand on my wrist, and I tried to block it out. He turned it over, feeling it. "It's definitely not broken. She might just be exhausted. She needs to be getting her rest. What was she doing walking around anyway?" The doctor asked. "She was trying to leave." Jeff replied.

"Ok, well she can't do that. Her recovery period is two weeks, and that's just how long she needs to stay here.. His will be a little longer. He's recovering a lot slower then we predicted." The man explained.

"Brynn, can you stand?" He asked, his hands gently coming around my forearms. He pulled me to my feet, looking at me. "Alright. Let's get her back to her room. We'll keep an eye on her. You should probably come down to his room. There's some stuff we need to discuss." The guy said quietly. I was watching him, picking up on his body language; the unintentional revealing of emotions. Something was wrong with Harry..

Jeff motioned for me to keep walking. I took a step back. In straight French, I told him that I couldn't be here, that I needed to leave. The doctor looked over at me. "What'd she say?" Jeff asked.

"Just that she needed to leave." He commented. "I can't.. I can't watch him die." I said, back to English. It was truly something that I couldn't control.

"He's not dying. You need to get some rest; you'll feel better once you've slept." The doctor stated. I shook my head. My next sentence started off as English, and ended in French. I'd been trying to say that I felt fine, that I needed to leave..

"You said she can't control that?" The doctor asked Jeff. Why couldn't he ask me? I'm the one it's affecting. "No. It doesn't appear that way." Jeff answered. I quickly tried to turn and go back down the hall, and the doctor grabbed my arm, his fingers touching the scar there. Even the slightest touch on any of the scars, brought back the memory of when I'd gotten it. Very vividly, as if I was re-living it.

I could see Ryan on top of me, pinning me down, the knife in his hand.. I whimpered, trying to get away.. I was pulled out of the memory when I fell back to the ground, holding my arms over my head so he couldn't hit me as hard..

"Okay. Ok. Shh, Brynn you're ok. No one's hurting you." The doctor said. I realized that I'd unknowingly been repeating "please don't hit me" quietly in French that whole time.

"What's going on?" I heard another voice ask. It took me a second to register it. But then it hit me; it was Harry's mom.. "Nothing, nothing. She's fine, just needs to rest." The doctor explained.

"Brynn. Hey, you're okay. Come on, let's get you back to your room." He commented. Him and Jeff gently pulled me off the ground, careful of where to put their hands. They helped me walk back to my room, and I laid on the bed, turning onto my side. I shut my eyes, trying to block out all the memories that had resurfaced today..

I heard the door creak, and could hear them talking in hushed tones right outside. "You really don't know where she got those scars from?" The doctor questioned.  "No. She just works for me. Well, actually no, she used to work for me. But still, we never talked about her past or anything like that." Jeff explained..

"Ok. Well, I can't assume anything. But, I've been around a long time. So, I've seen a lot of things.. When I grabbed her arm, she immediately started repeating "please don't hit me" in French. That reaction wasn't one that most people would have. So, if I had to guess, I'd say she's been abused at some point in her life. I don't know when, or by whom. But, yeah. She's going to need to be checked out by our therapist. Just, try not to mention that to her." The doctor explained.

I hated that he was talking to Jeff about this.. The more people that saw this side of me, the worse it affected me...