Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Aaron
I wake to the sound of sirens, people touching me as I swipe at the mask trying to be placed over my mouth.
“Sir, you need to put this on.”
“I can breathe.” I try to sit up and immediately several hands are placed against me, holding me back.
“Aaron stop fighting,” a familiar voice scolds me and I look around the back of the ambulance before focusing on Bennett. “I told your ass to wait that I’d get the boards.” He seems agitated. “I knew the idiots didn’t anchoring anything, it was the same way on the other side.”
I close my eyes feeling dizzy, nausea hitting me hard.
“Here.” A plastic bag is held out just in time and I heave forward. My head pounds, my entire body aches, and the movements only enhance the pain.
“Fuck,” I growl out.
“Sir, we need you to lay back.” A tiny little thing glares at me and I stare back. She was enforcing her power and I had to give it to her, she wasn’t backing down. “We are trying to help you and we can’t do that if you keep fighting us. We need to access your injuries.”
“My head, my back, my left hip, and leg. I think my left side took the brunt of the fall and,” I pause, reaching back when I feel a tickle at the back of my head. Pulling my hand away I find it is covered in blood. “And my head.”
“You already said your head, bud,” Bennett tells me a look of concern taking over his features. “I called your dad, and him and your mom are meeting us at the hospital.”
I only nod doing as the paramedic has asked. I lay back and relax the best I can. As I do so the full impact of my fall hits me and the pain sets in even more. I can barely breathe.
“Please put this on,” the little spitfire says again holding out the oxygen mask. “We are a few minutes from the hospital and I would prefer to show up there with you conscious.”
I take it from her hold it to my face and slowly breathe.
When the ambulance comes to a stop and they open up the back door, there in the doorway stands my dad with my mother at his side. Both are worried, but my father wears it much better than my mom.
They both stand back waiting for them to unload me and wheel me by. Doctors wait inside as they take me into a room and pull the curtains closed.
“Can you tell me your name?”
“What?” I ask, looking around to find several medical professions standing around me. They are looking at me as if they are waiting on something. “What?” I ask again.
“We asked if you could tell us your name?”
“Ada…Alam.” I shake my head, trying to clear the fog. “Aaron,” I finally get the word out feeling like the entire room is spinning.
“We need a head CT, a full body MRI,” I hear someone start to rattle off orders. “Let’s get some bloodwork,” they continue and I can feel myself starting to dose off.
“Aaron.” A warm hand touches my arm and I look over finding a hazy figure at my side. I blink a few times and then a machine starts to scream. I try my best to fight it, but the harder I try the faster I fall.
And then I am met with darkness once more.