“What is the down time for his injuries? Knowing Sav, he will want to be up and on the move as soon as possible.” Jax warns the doctor.
“At least a few weeks. He was in distress for a while and as we were closing up, he seemed to be fighting the anesthesia. He started mumbling something about save Livvy, over and over. I have a feeling that he will be in a hurry to heal and get back to someone. You can ask him about that when he comes to.”
As the doctor leaves, Jax looks at Tori to make sure she is okay. She seems to be hanging in there and is just anxious to see Troy.
“Love, what the hell? Why would he be chanting about Livvy? I know he searched for her for a long time but why in the world is this being brought up now?”
Tori finally speaks, although with an emotional voice, “Maybe it’s the trauma, Jax. Maybe he was dreaming of her because she is what he wants most. I dreamed of you, I heard you, and eventually I felt you. You were my strongest motivation to get better so I could come back and see you.”
“I love you so much right now.” Jax grabs Tori to pull her in for scorching kiss.
“Huh hum. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.” A stout nurse walks in and stares at them. “Alexander is coming around now so we can take you to his room.”
“Oh, you must have the wrong people, we are here for Troy Savage.”
“ Yes, Mr. Alexander Troy Savage. Right this way please.” The nurse looks at them as if they are stupid and marches off.
“What the hell, Tori? I have been this man’s partner for three years, and I didn’t even know his name was Alexander. No wonder he goes by Savage.”
Tori burst into laughter, then speaks between giggles, “Jax, I used to think the name Savage was awful. You called him Savage and I thought that was his first name for the longest time. I thought maybe his parents had some preconceived notion about the type of man he would become. I was so relieved to find out his first name was Troy and that has been my preference ever since.”
They are both still laughing as they walk into the room and instantly shut up. Troy is hooked up to several IV’s and there are several monitors beeping away. He is stirring and moaning,
“Livvy, Livvy, Livvy.” Troy whispers.
“Hey, Buddy, glad to see you’re coming around.”
Troy doesn’t open his eyes to the sound of Jax’s voice or make any movement to acknowledge them.
“The nurse said he might not be fully conscious until tomorrow, and most of his rambling will not make sense. That seems to be what is happening now. It looks like it will be a long night for us,” Jax whispers.
~Livvy~
Slowly opening my eyes, I realize two things. 1. My jaw is throbbing like it’s broken, and 2. My baby is not with me. I try to sit up, but a wave of nausea overwhelms me and also the handcuff attaching my wrist to a headboard prevents me from moving any further.
“Good to see you’re finally up.”
I turn to stare at the man I thought I knew. The malevolence in his eyes has changed the way he looks. The waitresses warned me about him and told me not even to be nice, or it would encourage him to keep asking me out. As a bartender, being nice is how I make good tips. Unfortunately, he was encouraged and pursued me relentlessly. I didn’t understand the warnings because he was so caring at first. I hadn’t had a date in forever, not since John, and I was lonely. How did I not see thru his façade and convincing words?
“We spend every minute we are not working together, this will just make it easier. I will be patient. I know you are hesitant to enter into a relationship because of your douchebag one-night stand, but I want to take care of you. Let me prove that I can be good to you.” He’d said. I believed him up until eight or nine months ago.
Jerry...”Where are we? Where is my son?” I am trying to keep a light tone in my voice, but this monster has killed a man and taken me from the only person I cherish. He honestly doesn’t think I’m going to cooperate, does he? A vision of watching Alexander fall to the floor with a bullet hole in his chest causes my eyes to water. Oh my God, the only man I have ever loved and the father to my son is dead. Killed by a man I should have never trusted.
“I left the clone behind. I’m sure the old bitch will take care of him since his daddy is dead.”
Tears well up and spill over, streaming down my face at the loss I feel. My son has to be so scared. Alexander is dead and any hope I held on to of finding him someday is lost.
“Jerry, you killed a man. The police will be looking for you. It would be better if you turned yourself in and said it was an accident.”
“I will go to my grave before I go to jail for you and I will take you with me. I took care of you, I loved you, I waited for you, and it was all a waste of my time. What was so wrong with me? Why didn’t you want me too?”
The last was said with such aggression that I am afraid to tell him the truth. I couldn’t love him because I love someone else. Why? I don’t know. I barely even spent twelve hours with Alexander but felt as though he was my soul mate. Loving his baby just made my feelings
