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Deeper
By Rosa241
Dom POV:
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Watching the rise and fall of Letty's chest is about the only thing that's reassuring me right now. She's breathing. She's breathing on her own.
Up.
Down.
That's right. Just keep breathing baby. So long as she keeps breathing then everything's going to be fine. She just needs to breathe.
My inner thoughts are broken up as the door opens and the nurse walks through.
Rebecca.
"Good morning. How is she today?" She's been kind these last two days. The small red head has kind eyes and a smile that only comes from doing something you really love.
"Still breathing." For a minute she says nothing as she does the same checks she's done the last two days. I watch her movements like a hawk, waiting for anything, something to tell me there's been some change. I know that there hasn't been though. It's still the same. By now I've got her injury list memorised, it's like a message on repeat in my brain.
Broken arm.
Two broken fingers.
Three broken ribs.
A broken collar bone.
Those injuries will heal. It'll take time though but they'll heal. There's nothing stopping her from making a full recovery except…
Head injury. Concussion. Coma.
She's in a coma.
Whoever the hell had done this to her hit her so hard in the head that she'd fallen into a coma. I don't honestly remember much about what the doctor said after the word coma fell from his lips. There was something about swelling on her brain but most of it passed me by. All I really needed to know was that she was hurt and she wasn't waking up.
"Mr Toretto?" Jolting once again from my thoughts Rebecca smiles at me as I turn to her. "Everything looks to be fine; the doctor should be along before too long to look over her."
She says her goodbyes as she walks out the door which leaves us alone again.
"Baby…" Squeezing her hand tightly I bring it up to my lips and press a kiss. "You've got to keep fighting for me baby, just keep fighting."
The room echoes back into silence again and my eyes drop to the movement of her chest.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
It's later in the afternoon, after the doctors been and gone, that the door opens again.
"Hey V."
Vince POV:
"How's she doing?" He looks so tired and defeated right now that it just makes my anger at whoever did this increase again. Letty's beaten up and bruised and looks much worse than the first time that I saw her two days ago. How that's possible I don't know but somehow she is.
"Doctor says there's been no change. There's been no change in the swelling on her brain and no signs of her waking up." I'm sure that he probably said more than that but right now's not the time to dwell on that. It's taking everything in Dom to handle this right now.
"She'll be fine Dom, you know she will. Letty's tougher than all of us. If anybody's going to get through this then it'll be her." I have to believe that right now, I have to. For Dom's sake, Letty's sake and my own. I have to believe that, I have to.
"There's nothing missing at the garage. We've gone over the place but nothing's gone." At least they didn't take anything, small mercies I suppose.
"Any ideas on who did this?" I know where Dom's mind has gone instantly. Revenge. He wants revenge on whoever did this to Letty, we all do but that's not his place right now. His place is here with her. He can't be anywhere else right now.
"Nothing so far but Dom…you know you can't do this right?" From the look on his face he doesn't want to hear it. Tough brother. "Look at me. Dom she needs you here, not off chasing the guy that put her here. You getting yourself arrested isn't going to help her."
"They're not getting away with this." They won't.
"They won't I promise they won't."
Stepping outside the hospital an hour later I breathe a tired sigh. Between trying to keep Dom's spirits up, worrying about Letty and trying to figure out whose responsible for this I don't honestly think I've slept. Not that any of us had mind you. Shaking the tiredness off I take out my phone and give Brian a call.
"Hey." He sounds exhausted as he speaks and it makes my heart ache to hear him so down.
"Hey babe. I just got out of the hospital so I'll be back soon. You still at the garage?" I'd left the others cleaning up the place when I came to the hospital earlier.
"Actually we're just leaving. We got the place cleared up as best we can, not that there was much to clean up…other than the blood. I managed to take care of the stain." I didn't envy leaving him the task of doing that but he'd urged me to go to see Dom. "How's Letty?"
"You know how tough Letty is, she's still fighting this. She'll keep fighting." She has to keep fighting. Dom won't survive losing her, neither will I.
"What about Dom? How's he holding up?"
"Not great but he's leaving this to us for now. We've got to figure out whose behind this before Dom does, I don't know how long he's going to wait." Dom wasn't patient on a good day. Right now these were anything but good days.
"You're coming back soon right?" Despite the situation I find myself smiling. The thought of seeing Brian again always made me smile.
"I'm just leaving. I love you."
"I love you too."
Getting into the car I breathe out another sigh.
Whoever did this better pray that I never find them.
Mia POV:
Watching Brian step outside I can tell it's Vince he's on the phone to. Every time those two speak they both get this little love sick expression that makes my heart clench. That should be me. I should be the one on the phone to Brian, I should be the one making him look like that. I'm not though. Vince gets to do that. Just thinking about those two being in love makes me want to…
Don't go there.
Don't think about it.
When Jake had asked for the Charger I'd sincerely thought about it for half a second. For a split second I'd considered saying yes, I'd considered handing over the car that meant more to Dom than anything in the world. For that second I'd thought about saying yes. Then I'd realised what I was doing, just what I was thinking. I was actually considering giving up the Charger to get hold of…
I'm so disgusting.
That I actually thought about handing over the keys…that I'd actually considered it was just so disgusting. I hated myself for the thought. Somehow I found the strength to say no, to tell him to forget it and to get lost. Watching him walk away it had taken everything that I had to let him go and not to drag him back here. The urge to drag him back here and just handing over the keys was so strong I don't know how I resisted it. For a while I'd been proud of myself. For a short while I'd really thought that this was it, that there would be no more.
Turns out I'm as foolish as I am disgusting. Thinking that this would be over was so stupid. I couldn't sleep through the chills that racked my body, I'd felt sick all night. I'm not sure how I managed to get over here this morning with how badly I was shaking, I'd thought a few swigs of tequila would help but all that had done was make me paranoid that I smelt like alcohol. The guys kept looking at me funny but so far just assumed I was worried about Letty. It wouldn't last forever though.
Guilt poured through me that I hadn't even thought about her in all of this. With everything going on the thoughts of what happened to her haven't even broached me. She's my sister. She's family. I should be over there with Dom taking care of her but I'm not. I can't. I feel so damn guilty that she's in there because of me.
"How is she?" Jesse asked as Brian finally walked back in.
"Same. Still fighting." Silence fills the room for a while before Brian speaks again. "Vince is on his way back. Leon why don't you and Jesse head on back home. I'll um…join you later."
They don't put up much of a fight and soon it's just me and Brian left. He heads into the back and I breathe out a sigh of relief. Scratching at the itching taking over my body again I feel my mind drift back to Jake. No. Not Jake.
Drugs.
Cocaine.
That's what's on my mind. It's been on my mind for days now, days upon days…a lifetime it feels like. How can I think about anything else right now?
Every single second of every single minute of every single hour they're on my mind. Always. I can feel the need bubbling under my skin, like an itch I'll never be able to scratch.
But you can scratch it.
All you have to do is give Jake the Charger.
Just hand over the keys. That's all it takes.
I can't do that. Dom loves that car it's all he's got left of dad. He'd never forgive me if I did that. I'll never forgive myself if I do that.
It's just a car, you need it more don't you?
Don't you need it so badly?
I do. I do need it. God my body aches with need.
You can scratch that itch. All you have to do it take the keys. Just take them. Take them to Jake and give them to him. He can come and get the car; you can report it stolen. No one would ever know.
I'd know. I'd know and it would haunt me forever.
But you need it so bad.
God I do. I need it so bad, I feel like I'll die if I don't get some.
And it's just one more time. You just need one more fix, just to get you through. Then you can quit. One more fix to get you through the worst of it, one more and you'll be done.
Then there's the debt. Jake's not going to let that go. He'll keep coming back and keep upping the debt. If I give him the charger he'll clear it and I'll be free.
See? That's why you should do it. Take the keys to Jake, he'll clear your debt and give you something to tide you over. Everything will be finally over and you can move on.
"How you holding up Mia?" I jolt out of my thoughts as Brian speaks. For a moment I'm terrified that he's heard me. That my inner thoughts have somehow leaked into his brain.
"I'm fine. Just fine. Why? Is something wrong?" He's giving me a strange look, like he's trying to work something out.
"No. I was just thinking why don't you head home. I'll lock up, Vince will be back soon. You look like you need to get some sleep." If you leave now you can get to Jake faster.
"Right. Sleep. Sleep. Yes I think I need some sleep. I definitely need some sleep. God knows I haven't gotten enough of that lately." I step into the office to grab my jacket and for a moment my eyes pass over the keys to the charger.
You can just grab them.
I can't do that to Dom, I can't.
But you want to.
"Mia? You sure you're okay?" He's so concerned for me that it makes my heart ache. He's such a sweet heart, he's so kind and nice.
But he doesn't love you.
Shaking my head against the dark thoughts. "Yeah I'm fine. Like you said I just need some sleep. I'll see you at home."
It's only after I'm in my car well away from the garage that I finally open my palm. Looking down at the keys in my hand I turn away from the house and down the all too familiar route to my relief. Hatred and disgust flow through me but more than that there's desperation.
I need to do this. I need it.
And that's that. So Mia finally caved and her addiction is spiralling out of control. Stay tuned to find out whether she has the strength to say no twice.
Until next time,
Bye x