Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
London
“Do you want me to go get the man who came in with you?” the doctor asked.
“No. I want to go home.”
“Okay. I’ll get you discharged,” he somberly spoke as he placed his hand on mine.
The nurse wheeled me out to the waiting room where Damien sat.
“Jesus Christ. They wouldn’t let me see you. Are you okay? What did the doctor say?”
“Not much. I just need to go home and rest.”
“I’m going to grab a cab. I’ll be right back,” he spoke.
A moment later, Damien walked over, wheeled me out of the emergency room doors, and helped me into a cab.
“There has to be a reason why you had that seizure, London. You’ve had them before. You said you hadn’t had one in a long time.”
“Damien, I’m sorry, but I am just so tired and out of it.” I laid my head on his shoulder.
He didn’t say another word, and when the cab pulled up to his building, he picked me up and carried me to the elevator, into the penthouse, and to his bedroom, setting me on the bed. He undressed me, slipped my nightshirt over my head, and pulled the covers back.
“What were you doing at the club?” I asked.
“We can talk about that tomorrow. Just get some sleep.” He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room.
Damien
I walked over to the bar and poured myself a drink. I wanted fucking answers. What if I wouldn’t have been there? And what did she mean by “not much”? There had to be a reason why she had a seizure. What the hell wasn’t she telling me?
I heard her quietly walk up the stairs, so I waited until she was in the bedroom, and I went up. When I pushed open the door, I found her hunched over the nightstand with the drawer open. The moment she heard me, she quickly shut it.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Looking for something,” she nervously replied.
“Looking for what?”
“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I can look tomorrow. Let’s go to bed.” She smiled as she walked over to me and took hold of my hand.
I pulled my hand away and walked over to the nightstand.
“Damien, don’t.”
I opened the drawer to see an array of prescription pill bottles lying there. My heart started pounding rapidly.
“What is this, London?” I asked without turning around and looking at her.
“Just some pills I take.”
“Just some pills?” I shouted in anger.
“Damien, stop right now.”
“Don’t you dare tell me to stop!” I shouted as I turned around and faced her.
“What is all this? Are you a fucking drug addict? Are you addicted to pills? Is that why you had the seizure? Because I know, London. I know what a pill addict is. I grew up with one! My God, is this the reason you’re always sleeping?
” I grabbed the pills one by one and threw them on the bed.
“Did you take one too many before you went out tonight?” I threw another bottle down.
“You didn’t want me in that hospital room with you tonight, did you?
You were scared I would find out about your little problem. ”
“Stop it!” She grabbed the sides of her head.
“Don’t you dare tell me to stop it! This is my home!
You said you hadn’t had a seizure in a very long time, What happened?
Were you a drug addict and then got clean and slipped up again?
Did something happen back in Minnesota, and that’s why you ran away, quit your job, and decided to spend whatever money you got from your mother’s life insurance to travel around the US?
Did you get into some trouble?” I shouted.
“I want you out of my house!” I pointed at her.
She stood there and stared at me as tears fell from her eyes. “Okay. I’ll pack my things and go.”
“Damn right you will. Fuck this and fuck you,” I spoke as I stormed out of the bedroom.