[Book One]
Agatha Miller Nash thought she was finally starting to have the perfect life she always dreamed of while growing up.
She had a job that made her feel proud of herself, the man that she would spend the rest of her life with, and a place s...
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T W E N T Y S E V E N
"Agatha," I heard my father say. His voice faint and filled with worry. "Agatha, what's wrong?"
I tried my best to control my breathing, but I could not concentrate on anything aside from the fact that I could go to jail for the death of an innocent person. Between the thoughts and the pain the broken ribs were causing me with every desperate and shaky breath, the anxiety I felt kept growing, taking over my body and brain.
My hands started to feel strange, like I was losing sensation, starting with my fingertips. The fluorescent lighting of the hospital room seemed to make the space feel colder and smaller. I needed to get out of here before I suffocated.
Pushing my uncle's hands away from me, I yanked the IV drip out of my arm, the sting both making me wince in pain and distracting me for a split second from the fact that I felt like I was about to die.
I could hear in the distance the older men in the room panic as I started to get up from the wheelchair. Once I managed to stand up, my legs gave up on me; I fell forward, and my face hit the cold hard ground with my hands pinned underneath me. Instinctively, I licked my lips; the metallic taste of blood in my mouth and the pain I felt all over my body after hitting the ground caused me to choke on the sobs that were trapped in my throat.
"Call the nurses," my father instructed, his voice sounding farther and farther away as dizziness engulfed me.
"Can you guys please calm down? You are not making this any easier for her," Evan pleaded. I felt someone's arms wrap around me, lifting me in a swift move and quickly setting me down on the bed. Desperately gasping for air, I saw Evan with my blurry sight putting the oxygen mask that was on the back of the bed on me. "Forget about everything else and focus on me. Come on, take deep, slow breaths, Aggs."
Slowly, I rested a trembling hand on top of Evan's, trying to focus on him as I tried to take slow breaths in order to stop the hyperventilation and the pain it was causing on my chest and ribs. I heard shuffling and distant voices around the room, but I kept focusing on the icy blue eyes that have caused my heart to accelerate since the first time I saw them.
"Buck, we have a call. Let's go. Agatha, I'll check on you after my shift. Everything is going to be okay. I promise." spoke Uncle Bobby as a sweet nurse that has been taking care of me these past days put in a new IV and cleaned the blood from where I yanked the old one from. I heard her saying something about a sedative, but I was too far gone on trying to concentrate on my breathing to process what she was saying entirely. "Buckley, let's go, now!"
"Cap, I'm not going to leave her alone. She needs me."
In what seemed like slow motion, I reached out to squeeze Evan's hand in reassurance. "It's okay, go." I managed to say as fatigue washed over me. My eyelids started to feel heavy as I felt myself drift away.
