30. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
BECCA
The ringing in my ears was deafening. What was even worse was the burning in my eyes as I blinked them open. When my vision cleared, I saw the faces of strangers illuminated by fluorescent lighting above them.
“Just stay still and stay calm, we’re gonna remove the tube,” a voice said to me.
Tube? Oh, that tube. The one scratching my throat.
Once everything was out, I looked around the room, realizing I was in the hospital room. I had sworn Shyloh was with me, I had heard his voice.
“Shy?” I said as best as I could .
“He went to his hotel room last night, he’ll be back again this morning,” a nurse said to me, which confirmed that Shyloh was indeed around.
“And for the record, I’ve never met a more stubborn man than him.”
That made me smile to hear that. He hadn’t left my side.
I remembered the sunrise, the landslide of rocks, hearing Shyloh’s voice, and the warmth of his body every day being next to me.
The doctor came to talk to me about my scans, which were normal. Behind him, I saw the messed up black hair. Shyloh.
My eyes sure did miss seeing him. His hazel eyes looked at me with so much concern and care that I wanted to jump up and kiss him, but I knew that wasn’t possible.
He sat next to me, and I told him that I heard him. And I did. I heard everything he said to me. Every word. My favorite being that he was jealous of the tube in my mouth. In my head, I laughed when he said that. Always trying to cut the tension.
When he jumped into the bed next to me, I leaned my head over to kiss his head gently, and I heard him cry. We stayed like that for the longest time until a nurse made him leave.
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“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Shyloh whispered to me, but loud enough for the nurse to hear .
She eyed him. “Hold your horses, she’s signing the discharge paperwork right now.”
I had been in the hospital for a total of six weeks. After four weeks in a coma and two weeks recovering, I was finally able to go home. The doctor suggested I have someone come to stay with me for a little while to help me readjust, and there was no doubt that Shyloh would be that person. I tried to reason with him to go home and I could get a friend to come stay with me, but he refused.
“Okay, Mr. Mendoza. You can wheel her out of here.”
“Hell Yeah!” he said, wheeling me out of my room, down the elevator, and to the rental car he got to drive me home in.
He helped me into the passenger seat and then we were off.
“Do we really have to listen to this?” I asked, annoyed.
“Um, yes. This is The Killers’ best album—how dare you say such things!”
I smirked as I looked out the window, knowing that it was their best album, but I wasn’t going to agree with him, just to annoy him.
“Alright, up we go,” he said while helping me up the stairs to my studio apartment, and into my bed.
Shyloh climbed into my California king beside me, lying on his side.
“You know, that was really fucking scary. Let’s not do that ever again. Mkay?”
I chuckled, leaning onto my side. “I promise.”