Hey everybody, here's chapter 6. Thanks for reading and enjoy the story!
"-ster!" I heard the yell from the doorway. I could barely pick my head up to look at the figure in the doorway.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." A man in a security outfit tried to escort the familiar voice away.
"What the hell have you done to my sister!" He demanded, wiping around the scream in the face of the doctor behind him, "Release her into my custody, right now, or so help me!"
"Sir, we can't-" the doctor tried to say, but Jamie cut him off.
"Do you know what diplomatic immunity means?" He questioned, "It means one way or another I am leaving here with my sister and you really aren't going to like what happens if you pick the way where you find out just how much sway my family has in this country."
"Jamie!" I croaked with my dry and sore throat. My whole body burned and ached as I tried to sit up, but familiar restraints held me down to the bed. I felt myself start to panic as rapid footsteps approached.
"Gracie, what did they do to you?" he sounded like he was crying, but in the dark I couldn't tell.
I felt his hand on my wrist as he tried to undo the restraint the security guard came to pull him away.
"Sir-"
"You're asking for it!" he turned around and with the force of a lifetime of training and 3 years of the pain of watching how his sister was treated, dropped the security guard with a swift punch in the face.
"Jamie," I cried, "Jamie, it hurts! I want to go home!"
"I know, Gracie, just wait a few minutes and we'll get out of here okay? I promise, just a few more minutes." he pat my head and kissed my forehead, unlocking my wrist restraints.
He left the room while the doctor tried to tend to the security guard and I heard him demanding the discharge paper work.
I leaned over, reaching for my ankles to undo the restraints. My wrists and ankles were red and chaffed. I don't remember it, but I must have struggled a lot.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stumbling across the cold stone door and out into the hallway. Jamie was just finishing signing some papers at the nurse's station when I started down the hallway toward him.
A male nurse rounded a corner at the end of the hall behind me, the same one who had held me down to take the disgusting excuse for medicine. I felt a shiver go up my spine when he started jogging towards me.
"Jamie!" I cried and he turned around to come and grab me away before the nurse could put me back in that room with the restraints.
"Do not put your hands on my sister ever again. She's been discharged and left in my care. If you touch her I will drop you like I did Blart the Mall Cop over there." he motioned to the room where the doctor was helping the security guard who's nose was gushing blood.
"I want to go home." I felt so small next to Jamie as I gripped onto the back of his West Point jacket, hiding from all the people I feared, including the woman behind the counter taking the paperwork from Jamie. I knew nothing about her, had not reason she wasn't like all the rest of the doctors and nurses here, out to get and trap me, to make me feel crazy.
"Let's go, Gracie," Jamie looked at me in the thin hospital gown and pulled off his jacket. He securing it around my shoulders and moving to pick me up in his arms.
"No!" I flinched away from him, "I want to walk please..."
He took a sharp breath and a step back, holding his arm out to help me along as I was still trying to shake off the gross and dizzying feeling of being in the grasp if that horrible medication again.
We took the elevator to the ground floor and just as we started to exit the lobby I saw a flash outside the window. I flinched, releasing Jamie's arm to hide behind him once again.
"Let me carry you to the car, Gracie, I don't want these vultures to get a good look at you." I nodded in reply despite the fact I had no idea what he was talking about.
Jamie grabbed the jacket from my shoulders and sat in on top of my head, hiding as much of me from the flashes as he could. When he picked me up in his arms, he hid the rest of my face in his shoulder.
"Don't look up until we're in the car, okay?"
"Okay." I agreed and clenched my eyes shut as we waded through the sea of flashes to the car. Jamie didn't even let me down to get in the car, just sat down on the back seat with me still in his arms. Slamming the door shut behind him and holding it closed incase the 'vultures' tried to open the door.
"It's all going to be okay, Gracie, I promise. I won't let anyone hurt you again. Not after-"
"That wasn't your fault, Jamie. He was your friend, he betrayed you, it wasn't your fault." I locked my arms tight around his neck.
He pushed the jacket down from my head so it was back around my shoulders and leaned his head down on my shoulder.
"I meant the last time dad and grandpa put you in the hospital. I couldn't help you then either."
"You were still a kid, Jamie," I ruffled his hair, "There was nothing you could have done then."
"I could have been there with you and mom."
"But then I might be alone now. I might have shot you too."
"It was an accident, Gracie." he squeezed me tight.
"It doesn't change the fact I killed mom." my voice was monotone. I wasn't sure how else I was allowed to sound when talking about this besides impersonate the cold and heartless person that left him motherless.
"It wasn't your fault, Gracie, please believe me." He sat up and looked at me but I couldn't meet his eyes.
"You must hate me, right? I mean, I killed you mom."
"She was your mom too, Gracie, I could never hate you, you're one of the only people I have left. It wasn't your fault. You never should have been in a situation for that to happen anyway." I could see him crying and feel the tears falling in our laps.
"Jamie," I sniffled, "I didn't mean to..."
I collapsed on his shoulder sobbing and wailing, "I didn't mean to! I promise it was an accident! Please don't hate me, Jamie!"
"I love you, Gracie," he kissed my cheek and wrapped me up in a tight hug once again, "I'm your big brother, I could never hate you! I'm going to love and protect you forever okay?"
I couldn't reply, only cry. Even when we arrived inside the gates of the embassy, when the flashes tried to catch us through the gates, when Ms. Chancellor tried to speak to Jamie and I, until the moment my head hit my pillow and I fell into a dark and dreamless sleep, I could not stop the tears.
