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Chapter 5: Blackout

Two months later…

I blinked. The harsh lights stared up at me. I smelled antiseptic. Damn, I was in a hospital. I tried to sit up.

"Whoa there, tough guy. Don't strain yourself."

"Tank? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? Where's Steph?"

"You were in an accident. Steph is still gone. What do you remember?"

"I was driving and I was only ten minutes behind her. Then I swerved to miss something and then waking up. How long?"

"Two months."

I looked back up at the ceiling. Two months. Two fucking months. She could be anywhere.

"We have a location."

I looked at Tank. "Where?"

"In a little town an hour outside of Denver."

I started to get up. Tank pushed me back down. "Where do you think your going?"

"Where the hell do you think? To get my Babe!"

"She's been there for two months. She's not going anywhere."

"I need to see her."

"You need to rest."

I had a feeling I wasn't going to win with Tank. So instead, I decided to make his life hell. Of course in the process I made quite a few nurses cry. I would give Babe a run for her money.

Babe. I couldn't believe that we had an address and I was sitting here, doing nothing. It was getting harder to sit around and do nothing, but the harder I complained, the harder the doctors wanted me to stay. To make matters worse, Tank had put a guard outside of my room. How pathetic was that? My own right hand man thought that I was going to run away. Okay, so maybe I was, but it was for a good cause. If Lula had run away, he would be in the same position that I was in.

The worst part was that I was missing her like crazy. She had been gone for four days and I was doing okay, but when I went on the trail, it got harder. This was the hardest. Being one step away, but being so far away.

Tank finally got around to telling me what happened that day. I swerved out of the way, hit a tree and my head on the steering wheel before the airbag deployed, which knocked me unconscious. I had sustained several injuries, so they put me into a chemically induced coma to make sure I didn't do anything stupid, like get out of bed before I was supposed to.

I spent most of my nights dreaming of her. Most of them weren't as sexual as the first one. I guess my body wasn't letting my mind run away this time. When I couldn't sleep, I spent that time devising plans to get the hell out of here. Most of them were just crazy and wouldn't even work, even if I wasn't in the hospital.

When I was finally allowed to leave (supervised by Tank), we made our way to Colorado. Two days later, we were sitting in front of the little house she had rented. It was a small, two story house. It looked exactly the kind of place that Steph would love.

"Well, you've been waiting almost three months. What are you still sitting here for?"

I pulled myself out of the car and made it towards the door. Holding my breath I knocked.

Stephanie's POV

I looked at the clock. Damn, he was early. I wasn't ready. I was never ready.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. You don't need to be so impatient…" I stopped when I opened the door.

"Babe."