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iStart Over - Chapter Three
I yanked on Mark's arm angrily, trying to pull him away from the AV. I noticed Freddie's eyes roll back and his breathing intensify. My heart beat rose by the second. I couldn't lose him again! This was the second time he'd unwillingly fallen back asleep. Mark elbowed me back into the wall with full force. My head banged against the wall and I cried in pain. Of course, the pain was internal... It was for Freddie. I admit that I had gotten pretty weak than I used to be since the car accident, but it was emotionally. Physically, I could still kick one's ass. Especially when it came to protecting Freddie.
Mark ran to my side. He pulled me up, forcing an embrace, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for you to get hurt, Sam."
I pushed him away, "Get out!"
"Why are you getting mad at me! You know what your boundaries are, yet you still come to see him everyday!"
"I've told you many times, Mark: YOU DON'T OWN ME!" I exclaim. Did he have to be so difficult all the god damn time? Ugh!
Meg rushed inside saying, "What happened!" in haste. She turned to look at me and her expression changed to one of shock. "Sam, you're bleeding."
I touched the spot where I had hit my head. Yup, that sticky red fluid was definitely blood. How hard did I bang my head in the wall? "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Meg told Mark.
"I'm a visitor, I'm authorized to stay here till visiting hours are over." Ugh, did he have to always be this stubborn? How did I not see this when we first went out? Dear lord!
"Not if you violate the rules. You've hurt someone at the hospital. Now if you don't leave politely, I'll have to call security. We don't need to turn this into a scene." See, this is exactly why Meg is awesome! I can't explain how many incidents with Mark she's saved me from in the past month.
"What, you got no other threats? You think I'm gonna be scared of hearing that?" Mark scoffed.
Meg swiftly pulled out her walkie-talkie from the pocket on her uniform. Whoa, never thought they carried those. "Security, room 1339. Security." she spoke into it calmly. Mark stood his ground, his arms folded as he stared intently at Meg. I didn't understand how she could stay this patient with a lunatic like Mark. She truly amazed me sometimes.
Security came inside in less then two minutes time. There were three big guys. Weirdly enough, they were all bald. Last walked in Dr. Freeman, the doctor in charge of Freddie. "What seems to be the problem?" One of the security dudes asked Meg.
"This man have violated the rules many times, including today," She motioned towards me. The three guards, Doc Freeman, Meg and Mark looked in my direction. I said nothing as Meg continued, "I haven't reported him before for the sake of Sam- the visitor, or you could call her the victim of his acts- but this has been enough. According to the rules, he shall either be banned permanently or temporarily. Please take care of this situation. I do not wish to see him in my sight again." You could tell she was angry, yet still kept her cool.
"As if you just did that!" Mark protested. "I'll get you back! You too, Samantha! And especially that dork of yours! URGH!"
He tried to run away, but was unable to. The guards left no space that he could possibly go past them. And there being only one door, and a window (which was on the eleventh floor, mind you).. he had no option but to surrender. Yeah, I'd probably face big consequences tonight when I go home, but I honestly couldn't care less. At least I didn't have to worry about Mark barging in the hospital every day and yanked me outside till I gave in and pretended like it was all my fault; as if he were right about everything when he was actually wrong.
"Sam, you may need to get some bandage on that wound," Meg said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Don't worry about Mark, they'll see to it that he doesn't come in here again."
"Why don't you join me Sam, as we treat your wound. You both can explain to me what happened meanwhile. Alright?" Freeman motioned for us to exit Freddie's room.
"No. I'm far less important than Freddie. Look what he did to his machine," I point towards the wires that were loosened, as well as others ripped out of the machine. My eyes fell back upon Freddie. He slept with his eyes closed but his expression was not that of a peaceful one like it always had been. He looked exactly the same like the day of the crash... Minus the insane bruises, cuts, and blood covering his face. I shuddered at the memory.
"Is everything alright, Sam?" Meg asked, concerned.
"Yeah, everything is fine. Freeman, would you let me know if Freddie is fine?" I looked at the doc. He nodded at my simply before sending me and Meg to another room so she could bandage my wound. It wasn't bad honestly; I didn't even feel it until they actually mentioned it to me. I had a slight headache, yes, but it wasn't something that I couldn't survive or anything. This is why I hated hospitals: they made everything seem all serious, when it didn't have to be. It's a cut for crying out loud.
It didn't take more than twenty minutes for Meg to bandage me up. Ugh, I looked horrible wearing stupid gauze over my head. I hated this! Knowing me, I would take it off after I left the hospital, but Meg made me promise her that I'd keep it on for at least a week. A week! A whole week looking like a loser wearing a bandage on her head and getting sympathy looks where ever I go. Just my luck...
Just as we were about to step back into Freddie's room, Doc Freeman walked outside, wiping his forehead of sweat. He usually only did that when he was working too hard on something or when something went wrong. This scenario could just be a mixture of either. "Is Freddie okay?" I ask.
"He's fine, but that boyfriend-"
"Skunk bag," I correct.
He ignores my foolish comment and continues on, "Of yours pulled out his breathing wire as well as the wire that helped us monitor his brain signal movement, and some other things you need not worry about."
"I'll get even with him later. But is Freddie alright?" I repeat my question.
"He's fine," Doc repeats. "He should be awake in an hour or so."
I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding. At least he was alright. Stupid Mark, ugh, he never knows when to stop! I'll make sure I get him back for what he did to Fred- "You may wanna stay the night," Freeman added.
"Gladly, but for what reason?"
"The police had been involved with Mark," Freeman said with a look of disappointment on this face, "and we don't want you to go outside of the hospital- especially home. You can stay in Freddie's room for the night if you'd like. There is a couch in there."
"Alright," I agreed. "But there wasn't a couch in there before?"
"We just had it brought in for you. It'll stay here temporarily until it's alright for you to go back home."
"So you mean I'm gonna have to stay here more than one night?"
"You may have to. We can't let you go home until we here Mark has been found. He's banned from the hospital, but not from anywhere else. You and Freddie will be safe here."
"Okay, but what did Mark do to get police on his tail?" I was extremely confused. I didn't think police would get involved just cause he acted like a maniac and pulled out a couple of wires out of Freddie's machine that could've killed Fre- Ohhh! Yeah... kinda deserved that I guess. Why am I even defending him anyway? I've lost it...
"Sam, did you know anything about him being involved in major drugs?"
"What?" I yell. Mark was involved in drugs? Gross!
"Yes, and while the security was dealing with him, they found the drugs that were in his pocket. Police were informed, not only because of drugs but also because he repeatedly threatened to hurt yours and Freddie's lives. He escaped upon hearing the Police sirens come into the neighborhood and they're still searching for him."
"So how long would I have to stay here?"
"Well, estimating, about two or three days. But we'll inform you if they've caught him or not. The police will keep in touch." Police will keep in touch? He says that like it's a good thing...
"Whatever you need, just ring the nurse's button," Meg said. "And I'll keep coming in to check on Freddie and yourself."
I nod and walk inside Freddie's room. It was only seven thirty. Man was this going to be a long week! I mean, I was glad that I got to stay here for long periods of time with Freddie, but I had way too much to take care of at home. Mark just had to get in the way...
Author's Notes:
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