“The medicine has had you in and out since the surgery, but we started to wean you off this morning to see how you’d react.”
“I feel like I could sleep for another four days,” I say with a grunt.
She grins. “Getting shot and having surgery will do that to you. We’ll continue to give you pain meds until you’re discharged. We just have to keep an eye on your stats for another couple of days to make sure you don’t have any complications arise.”
Another two days? I groan at the thought. She begins talking about how PT will teach me some at-home exercises to do since the facilities are closed. But I don't give two shits about that right now. The only thing on my mind right now is Cami. Sweet Cami. Is she okay?
With the little strength I have, I reposition myself in the bed and sit taller. The nurse adjusts my pillow when she notices me struggling. "Where's the woman who brought me here?"
“You came from the ER, then the ICU, so I’m not sure. Unfortunately, the hospital isn’t allowing any visitors. No one’s allowed to visit.”
Well, that fucking sucks. I bet she’s been going crazy not being able to see me because I know I am already.
“Though, someone has been calling at least once a day asking about you but since she’s unable to prove she’s family, we couldn’t give her any information due to HIPAA.”
That has to be Cami. "Did she leave a phone number?" I ask, and she shakes her head.
I vaguely remember giving the man my wallet, phone, and keys. I think he took Cami’s too. Without my cell, I don’t have anyone’s number memorized except my mother’s, and the last thing I want to do is alarm her, considering how nervous she was when I told her I was sick. I'd call Ava, but she recently changed her number, and I don’t remember it. Basically, I have no choice but to lay here and wait for Cami to call.
I move a bit and wince. The pain shoots through my body and is like nothing I've ever experienced before. Leaning back, I tuck my lips into my mouth and hold in all the obscenities I want to scream.
Patricia looks at me and notices I’m uncomfortable. “You aren’t due for another dose of meds, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I tell her, though this fucking sucks.
"Do you have any other questions?" Patricia asks when she steps away from the computer.
"No, I don’t think so." I let out a sigh, hating that I'm in here with no communication with the outside world. "Thank you," I add before she leaves.
“Hit your call button if you need anything.”
“Oh, could I get some water?” I quickly ask, feeling thirsty regardless of being pumped with fluids.
"Sure thing," she replies with a smile.
She leaves, and I find the remote, then turn on the TV.
Moments later, she returns with a full cup of water and another with some ice chips. Setting them on the tray, she moves it closer to me. I thank her, and then I'm left alone, just me and the constant beeping. I take a sip of water, and the cold soothes my dry mouth. I can only use my right arm, which is annoying, but I know things could’ve been worse so I’m counting my blessings.
As I watch the screen, my eyes grow heavy, and I end up falling asleep. All I can think about is Cami and what she's doing. I hope she's okay and those men didn't go back to the house while she was there. I wish I could remember more, but the last memory I have is Cami tripping and me catching her. Then it goes black.
Two more days go by, and the hours pass in a blur. I go between sleep and watching the news, which doesn't help my nerves, but I can’t seem to stop.
Breakfast is delivered, and I raise my bed to an inclined position. Once I'm settled, the phone rings. I try to answer it as quickly as I can, hopeful it's Cami, but when I do, a man speaks.
"Hello, this is Deputy Pomfrey. I’m looking for Elijah Ross.”
“This is,” I tell him.
“Oh, good. I've called a few times but haven't been able to get through. There was a police report made involving you, and I'd like to take your statement so we can move forward with an investigation."
Inhaling deeply, I try to recall exactly what happened. "Okay.”
“Just start at the beginning, if you don’t mind. Whatever you can remember,” he says.
“Alright, well. I went to the grocery store, and as I was leaving, I noticed a truck followed me home. I didn’t realize they had pulled behind me in the driveway until two men jumped out and held me and my…" I abruptly pause. What are we right now? Before I get too caught up in my thoughts, I clear my throat and call her what she is. "My girlfriend at gunpoint. Took my wallet, phone, and keys. They told us to get on the ground, and when I did, I started having an asthma attack. That’s when she came to me, and the gun went off. I don’t remember much after that," I explain, and it hurts to relive it all over again. It’s all I’ve thought about for the past forty-eight hours, but repeating it aloud causes my anxiety to surface. I still can’t believe this happened amongst everything else.
"According to Cameron’s statement, one of them took off in your rental car while the other drove the other vehicle. We found yours totaled a few miles from the cabin. They ran it into a grouping of trees close and emptied it out before abandoning it."
"Great. Glad I got insurance on it," I say, shaking my head. Those two fucking idiots had to be completely tweaked out of their minds.
"Can you give me a description of them?" he asks.
"One said he had a
