Saving Her

Chapter 8

I wake up and my head is throbbing, the bright light coming from somewhere is blinding me and I can't tell where I am.  My vision is hazy, I try to swallow but my throat feels like sand paper.  My legs are killing me and I feel like I've been punched in the gut. 

I try to move and can't move my arms.  They feel weak and numb.... what happened last night, where am I?

Trying to get myself free, everything is still cloudy, I try to move my body again and pain shoots through me.  I try to let out a yelp in pain, but nothing comes out.  Everything hurts.  Why does everything hurt?

I turn towards the bright light again, and suddenly the memories of last night hit me like a truck. 

Holy shit

I'm at Andy's house, in his room.  I don't remember much else besides the fury in his eyes, the blankness of his face and the feeling of my wrists being tied above my head.

I'm trapped.

I'm afraid to scream for help.  I don't know if he's still here.

Turning my head towards the nightstand, I remember he has a clock there. 

11:00 AM.

Thank goodness.  He's not here; he's supposed to work today. 

I hope

With that in mind I muster all my strength and try to wiggle myself free.  When that doesn't work, I start to scream.  As loud as I can.  Begging someone to help me.

After what feels like an hour, I realize no one can hear me, no one is coming.

I slam my head back in frustration and realize I bumped it on something because I feel a searing pain in my skull.  Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, I try to keep my eyes open, but eventually surrender to the darkness that chases me as a warm liquid coats my hair.

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Shawn's POV

It's past noon, and although I have to work tonight, I usually hear from Camila by now.

I grab my phone and shoot her a quick text.  She's usually quick to respond so I don't plan on waiting long for her to reply.

After a few minutes and no reply I try and call her.  Knowing her, sometimes the only way she's hears her phone is when someone calls her.

I call her and it goes straight to voicemail.

That's odd.  Even when we are mad at each other we always answer the phone.  We can't stay mad at each other long, it's just never been our thing.

Then I remember she went home with "him" last night and I chalk it up to she's spending a late morning with him since we all work tonight.

Pushing her out of my mind for now, I grab something for lunch and get ready to go to work.  I text Brian and tell him to meet me at the station early so we can get some lingering paperwork done and then head out after huddle.

He responds quickly and tells me he's already on his way because he has to talk to the commander about a case he's flying solo on.

Finding myself thinking back to Camila, it's nearly 4 pm now.  She's bound to have seen my text and missed call by now.  Something doesn't feel right.. I can't put my finger on it, but somethings off.

Figuring I'll see her at Toronto General and we can talk then, I grab my duffel bag, gun and keys and head to work.

Pulling into the parking lot, my phone starts to ring.  Hoping it's a call from Camila, I smile widely and grab it looking at the screen.

Sinu's name flashes on the screen and I see that I have six missed texts from Sofi. That's strange, but trying to not think the worst and clear my head I let me phone go to voicemail and put it in my bag.

Walking into the station, I give a kind smile to Patti our receptionist and head to the locker room. 

Changing into my uniform I hear my phone buzzing in my bag.  Thinking about it again, I hurry to find my phone.  Sofi wouldn't text and Sinu wouldn't call unless it was something important.  They both know I can't take personal calls at work and they know my schedule.

Finally finding my phone I see Sinu wanting to FaceTime.  I hit answer and the look on her face makes my heart drop.

"Mijo".....tears flowing down her face.  She looks like she's been crying for some time now and her eyes are filled with worry.  Her face is a sickly pale and I hear Sofi in the background on the phone screaming for someone to help her, sobs of her own escaping her as she continues to yell in Spanish now.

Sinu looks up at me, her eyes barely open from how puffy they are; and I know in that moment that something is terribly, terribly wrong.

'Shawn.....It's Camila."