Missing Moments

3x07

The sunlight streaming through the window was almost blinding, it made everything much brighter than it needed to be.

"How are you today?"

"Fine."

"Do you need anything before I go?"

"No, thank you."

The nurse nodded, before finally leaving Carla to her despairing thoughts. It had been three days since she had overdosed and they have yet to release her.

Which was a relief, because she was still processing what'd happened. It was a loss of control Carla had never experienced, and she never wanted to go through something like that again. Flashes of that night wouldn't stop assaulting her mind, the sudden loss of breath, the panic of knowing she was about lose consciousness and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The realization that she was about to die.

But Carla didn't die and and instead of feeling relieved or happy about it, all she felt was nothing. Numb. She might still be in shock. Carla closed her eyes as yet another scene of the party claimed her thoughts.

There was a knock on the door and without waiting for an answer, Lu strolled in. "Finally, you're awake. You sleep all day."

"There's not much to do in here, Lu."

Lu sat at the foot of the bed. "When exactly are they releasing you?"

"I don't know. But my parents are talking to the doctor about it today."

Carla paused, trying to curb her desire to ask about him. Lu had told her about what'd happened with Samuel and her father. Carla was livid, she'd fought with her dad for hours, demanding Samuel to be let in. But to no avail, he wouldn't back down, he'd talked to her like a child as he once again threatened Samuel's life. The only thing he could do to get her to step back. Because her father knew she had no way of ever making sure that Samuel was safe.

"How is he?" she asked Lu timidly.

"Angry. All the time. I'm surprised he's not suffering from high blood pressure."

Carla shut her eyes, her heart breaking for him. She wanted to see him so badly, it felt like a constant ache. "Does he still - ?"

"Yep, every day, just sits outside until Guzman has to force him to go home."

"Why? He knows I'm okay, right?"

"Yes, but he's determined to see you."

Carla scowled in frustration at his actions. "Fuck, my dad could see him."

"Oh, Samuel makes sure he does. I swear he has a death wish," Lu said, then her tone turned angry with disgust. "though I'm happy he punched him. I still can't believe your father actually did that to you."

"God, Lu, this is not a joke. He will kill him," Carla said with so much urgency and fear in her voice, that Lu faltered, her eyes squinting.

"You're serious? Your father would actually. . .?" Lu trailed off.

No one truly knew her family. What they were capable of, the lengths they were willing to go to protect themselves. To achieve anything.

"Yes," Carla replied, not giving any further explanation.

"Carla, murder is a little much, I'm sure your father will calm down. He's always been a bit aggressive, but - "

"Lu," Carla interrupted with a huff. "please just make sure Samuel doesn't provoke him again. Tell him to go home, tell him that I want him to leave."

She knew he wouldn't leave. Carla wished she was allowed her phone, so she could call him, to actually make sure that he was gone.

"Carla - "