Chapter 12-Walt's POV
Jaz and her team of healers had been working on Sadie for the past hour. We had gotten back to Brooklyn House in less than 20 minutes.
Jaz said that Sadie had a minor infection in her arms, a minor concussion and unstable breathing. I cannot believe how things turned out. I lost all hope to live the instant Sadie's heart stopped. Now she's back, she'll be OK, and everything will be fine.
I look up as Jaz and a few others exit the infirmary.
"How is she?" I look up hopefully.
"She's awake. You can go see her." She smiles when she sees my face light up.
The instant the healers are gone I make a beeline for Sadie's room. They have her propped up on her bed. There is an IV sticking out of her left arm. I draw in my breath sharply when I see her arms. The scars are fading, but you can still see the rose.
She looks over at me and a smile spreads across her lips. I go over and sit on her right side, pulling a chair from the desk. For a moment we don't speak. It is so amazing to be able to see her bright blue eyes.
"Walt?"
I don't know what comes over me, but I feel the need to say something.
"Sadie, I'm so sorry. I let him take you, and then he did horrible things to you. I...I..."
"Well you finally came and got me, so problem solved."
She shifts her left arm and cries out. The needle in her arm is scaring her. I hurry to remove it, but she has already worked herself into a state. She starts sobbing wildly. I hold her in my arms.
"Shhh. Everything will be OK now."
She looks up at me, eyes full of sorrow.
"Walt, you don't get it. Jacques is mad at YOU!"
"ME! Why?"
"Because you took me away."
I hug her tightly, telling her that it does not matter. She squeezes my hand and whispers in my ear.
"He wants me back."