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So, this story is really engaging to write, but is also kind of a challenge. If anyone is interested in Beta reading or collaborating with me on this story, let me know!
Myka and Artie had stayed overnight in the ICU with Claudia, and in the early morning hours, the female agent went out to get them some coffee. She felt like a zombie wandering the halls. Neither of the agents had slept, wanting to be there when Claudia awoke. Finally, after searching several halls, Myka found a cappuccino machine and soon was on her way back to the room with two of the crappiest coffees either person would ever drink.
Myka entered the dark ICU room and asked,"Has she stirred?"
"No, not yet."
She handed him the coffee and they both sat as they had for much of the night, staring at their friend, his surrogate daughter, her surrogate sister.
"Artie why-"
"Don't try to make sense of it, Myka. It doesn't make any sense why someone would do that. It will never make any sense."
The brunette nodded slowly as she took another sip of her rather disgusting coffee.
Later that morning, Claudia's eyelids began to flutter and she made a pained expression.
"Claudia?" Myka couldn't suppress the waiver in her voice. She had missed the spunky redhead so much, and wasn't sure if she would ever be the same.
The young woman's eyes opened slowly. Blinking rapidly, Claudia looked around, trying to figure out where she was, and suddenly she began to panic. Artie quickly left to find the doctor. Claudia pulled her shaking hands out from under the blankets and reached to rip out her IV when Myka grabbed her wrists.
"Hey, Claudia it's okay. It's me. It's Myka. You're in the hospital. You're safe now."
Beginning to hyperventilate, she tried to wrench herself free, but the wasted muscles in her arms couldn't release her from Myka's grip. Her heart monitors were sounding alarms, and she was whimpering with each feeble attempt at escape. Doctor Bauer rushed in followed by Artie.
"Claudia, I'm Dr Bauer. Can you look at me?"
Her heart rate skyrocketed as she stopped struggling and sat shaking like a leaf, sucking in shallow breaths, her eyes glazed over. The doctor quickly pulled a syringe from her pocket.
"She's having a panic attack and her numbers are in the danger zone. I'm going to need to sedate her," she said, quickly injecting Claudia. The woman's eyes shut, and soon she relaxed back in the bed. Myka gently let go of Claudia's wrists. She was fighting against tears. Artie was standing in the corner of the room, his eyebrows knit together.
"It's likely Claudia is still experiencing disorientation from the methadone. After taking a closer look at her labs, it seems she's dependent on it. Once she is more stable, We're going to wean her off it slowly. But she's also adjusting to a new environment, so her panic is very understandable."
"Is there anything we can do to make this easier for her?" Artie held his head in one hand.
"You're already doing it. You're here. She needs you to be here; to be patient and realize this will be a long process. She'll probably wake up in 6 or 7 hours, but it may be more because of how exhausted she is. She's very malnourished and that, along with her infections are probably going to make her pretty lethargic for a while. I'm going to put her on an anxiety medication with sedatives as needed to help with her panic."
The two exhausted agents thanked the doctor as she left, and settled into their quiet routine again, Artie picking up a newspaper, and Myka paging through Swan's Way.
Thank you so much for reading! What did you think? Is it going too fast, too slow? What does this story need? I've only gotten one review on this story, so I don't know what you guys like or want in this story!