Chapter Two
The ride to the hospital created
havoc among the townspeople. I'm
guessing they know I'm back in town now. There's only one location in this entire state that gets this many
police and ambulance calls. It's
usually directed in front of my house. It's me. Poor little me.
Cameron sat next to me in a nice
little cushioned chair in my hospital room. He tried to get a hold of Claudia, but that's asking for a miracle. She's out of the running for a while. Damn that Shawn!
From the window's view of the
hospital, I'm guessing they changed this place around a bit since I've been
gone. I know I've been in this
plastered gray hospital room. The bed
and walls were familiar. There was
something different about it. Ohh, they
added a small bathroom in it. That's
it.
Why is it that the emergency room
never has a TV? It's not like we won't
be staying in here all day. The longest
stay I had in the emergency room was like five hours. That was until I decided to leave. Waiting is so not me. Patience was never my best quality.
The nurses made me put on a gown
because of my ripped clothes. It wasn't
like I planned on getting them like that. I'm just bitter.
I sat there in silence for thirty
entire minutes. I guess Cameron's not
up to talking to me anymore. Oh
well. Poor Andromeda, she's dead. Poor Sara almost got killed. Let's just forget that fact. Let me rot in the hospital while she rots in
her grave. Pretty nice thought. Hey, no one told her to throw me through a
window. No one told her to try and make
a snack out of me.
Just look at him, he's falling
away. His eyes are so lost in
confusion. I don't think he thought I
could kill her. Well, the truth shows through. I'm a cold-blooded murderer.
"Welcome back Ms.
Pezzini."
I didn't even notice the doctor
walk in. Damn. Dr. Holland. He'll definitely lecture me. Here I go.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, give me my
diagnose and let me go."
His stethoscope was rotating
around my heart. My eyes stared him
directly in the face. His pale gray
eyes matched the decor of this room.
"I like the newly grown
goatee."
He reached up to his chin. "Really? My wife hates it."
I rolled my eyes. "Go figure."
"Will you stay still? I need to get your blood pressure."
"Yeah, yeah."
He laughed. "How long have you been in Texas?"
"Almost a month now."
He made an o expression. Like that fucking explained anything. "Doc, I know what you are
thinking. I've been here long enough to
start trouble again. I keep telling
you..."
He interrupted me. "I know. You don't start the trouble. The trouble starts with you. I've heard it so many times. You
need to get out of this business."
"I'm not in this
business. This business is in me. I can't get rid of it. It's like an extra skin."
"Shed your skin. I don't want to see you dead Sara."
"Once you live my life for
one day, then you can start complaining."
His hands fell back away from
me. His eyes became distant and
unusual. Maybe I actually made sense to
him this time. Probably not.
"My mother used to tell me
that life is precious. With you, life
is a delicacy. You are wasting your
life away."
"And you keep bringing me
back."
He raised my left hand into the
air. I didn't yelp or whine. Hey, that arm isn't hurt. He then raised my right hand. I nearly pushed him off of me. Cameron's laugh returned like a sweet memory
to my head.
The doctor turned to him with a
smirk of anger. Cameron shied down into
the magazine he was reading. Those gray
eyes returned to me with strictness I've only seen my grandmother use.
"Give me your arm."
"No."
"Sara, don't make this harder
than it should be."
"Hospitals are only
voluntary. I didn't volunteer to come
here."
"You rode in the ambulance,
right?"
"Yeah, but that's because
he," I lifted my right hand up to point toward Cameron. The doctor immediately caught my hand and
raised it higher. I yelped, grinding my
teeth together.
"Sara dear. I think it's sprang."
"Well duh, let it GO!"
He dropped my wrist letting it
fall back to my side. I tried to cradle
it against myself, but the skin missing from my body ached.
"What happened to your
side?"
"None of your business."
He ignored me, turning to
Cameron. "Sir, do you know what
happened to her arm?"
Cameron's voice came out groggy
and pain ridden. "Yeah, my
ex-girlfriend ripped it off on accident."
"On accident, bullshit."
Cameron stood up from his
chair. He briskly walked out of the
room, going to a Coke machine directly in front of my room.
"He's not taking it
well?"
"You got four eyes doc, you
can tell."
"Raise your arm again."
"No."
"Sara, might I remind you
that the sooner you cooperate, the sooner you get out of here."
I let that thought run through my
mind for a few minutes. For once in my
life, I fully cooperated. I raised my
arms, said ahhh at the right time, and I even watched Cameron walk out of my
life. Wanna guess which one hurt more?