The Veil

Chapter Fifty-Six

Monday morning I'd been woken up by a doctor prodding my ribs causing sharp pains to shoot through my body. 

She told me I wasn't ready to be out of the hospital but that they were discharging me back home, Eastrose would be an hours drive away. 

Tom was going to have to tell Jade and Andrew. 

She couldn't tell me how long I'd be in there, "That's up to them my dear, in my opinion, maybe another week and you should be good to go." She smiled gently and left the room leaving the smell of her floral perfume behind. 

They'd eased my pain meds by Monday and I was able to stay awake longer, I still couldn't focus though. 

I sighed and looked around the room, Tom wouldn't be allowed to see me for another hour and even then I probably wouldn't be able to talk to him, especially if I was moving today. 

I'd made him promise he'd leave whenever I fell asleep so he could go back to Sky. 

I missed her so much it added to the pain of everything else, the thought of her being alone made it worse so Tom agreed, he was trying his best and I could tell he wasn't sleeping. 

His stubble had grown into what could now be considered a beard, his beautiful blond hair was a mess all the time, he had the biggest black circles around his eyes, he looked worse than I did with my bruises everywhere. 

Every time I pointed this out though he'd flinch and tell me I wasn't funny. 

I missed his smile.

It was only a few hours before I was transferred back home, I slept a lot of the way and when I wasn't asleep I was trying hard to listen to the paramedics casual conversation. 

Tom had had to rent a car, which he refused to let me pay for no matter how many times I begged him. 

He'd set off a few hours before we had, I told him I wanted Sky to finally get home and he needed to tell Jade and Drew what had happened.

I wasn't ready for them to know my parents were dead, but there was no way to keep it from them anymore. 

He was sticking to the same story I'd had to tell the police, that my grandpa had killed my parents all those years before and then tried to kill me when he realised I was selling the house. 

The police had been to see me before I was transferred and said that Malik admitted to everything, but his court appointed lawyer was trying to plead insanity due to him telling them he had killed my parents and tried to kill me because we were witches and he wanted my 'powers'. 

They said he'd probably end up in a mental institution for the rest of his life rather than prison.
It was the same friendly ginger officer, Greg, that had originally taken my statement. He had a calming smile and seemed good at his job. 

He left me feeing reassured but then I'd been alone again and had sunk back into my numb state.

I jumped when I saw movement out the corner of my eye, I'd been starting at the TV in the corner of the small room, but not seeing anything. 

Lindsay sat on the edge of my hospital bed, the bed didn't move because there was obviously no weight there.   

I hadn't seen Lindsay since the cops showed up in the woods, she'd vanished and I hadn't known if it was forever or not. 

I was pissed at her, she needed to give me answers. 

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked quietly. 

I wasn't in the mood for small talk or asking her where she'd been the last few days. 

I checked the hallways to make sure nobody would be able to see me talking to what seemed like myself. That would likely end in me being moved from intensive care to the psych ward.