Chapter 148


    Chapter One Hundred Forty-Eight


    Ivan


    Thest thing I remember was seeing tears streaming down Sephie’s face as we stood by the front


    door of the house. I pulled her to me, trying tofort her. Everything started to go ck, but I could


    still hear her voice. I felt calm when I heard her voice. This has never happened before.


    I knew I was hurt badly. I couldn’t feel anything, but I knew enough to know that it never turned out well


    when my heart was racing that much or when it was that difficult to catch my breath. I knew I was going


    to end up in the hospital. Fu ck.


    I lost her voice. I started to panic. I knew what wasing. I knew what I was going to have to live


    through again. I’m so tired. I don’t know if I have the strength to go through it again.


    Just when I start to vaguely see the outline of the as shole doctor that used to torture me, I hear her


    voice again and he disappears. She’s talking to me like I’m there with her, but I can’t see anything but


    darkness around me. Better that than the as shole doctor.


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    I can feel her hands trying to move me, then sheughs. I want tough with her. She has no idea what


    herugh does for me. Herugh is a reminder to keep going. It seems si lly. It’s such a small thing, but


    she literally radiates joy when she smiles. Even though she’s been through more than most. Herugh


    is what gives me the strength to keep going. If for no other reason than to make sure she’s always safe


    enough to keep smiling. Keepughing.


    I can hear another voice talking to her. She sounds upset now, but the other voice is one I vaguely


    recognize. She’s worried for me. This must be worse than I thought. I can feel movement. I lose her for


    a minute, but then she’s back, talking again. As long as I can hear her voice, she keeps the doctor


    away.


    She’s telling me they’re taking me to the hospital, but she promises she won’t leave me. More


    movement, more voices. Some familiar, some not. I can feel her next to me. She’s raising her voice,


    she sounds frantic. Suddenly she’s gone. I can’t hear her. It can’t feel her. She’s gone.


    I start to see the outline of the as shole doctoring into view. He always looked like he enjoyed


    seeing me suffer. It didn’t matter how long he kept me from eating, how long he left me inplete


    darkness, he would always look happy to see me miserable. Si ck fu ck. I can see him leaning down to


    get a closer look at me. I grab his throat, but my arm doesn’t work right. That must be the one I hurt. I


    make a me ntal note to use the other one next time.


    He keepsing back. I keep trying to get to him. It never seems to matter how many times I try to ki ll


    him, he keepsing back. I fear I’ll never be rid of him. They try to tie me to the bed, but I’m stronger


    now. They must’ve made the mistake of letting me eat. It makes me stronger. It makes me dangerous. I


    like being dangerous. I feel myself wanting to take pleasure in watching the doctor fight for his life in my


    hands.


    I can see the doors open and I can see the outline of a woman. I can’t see the details of her face, but I


    can clearly see that she has red hair. The doctor yells at her, telling her to get out. I don’t remember a


    redheaded nurse. She’s not safe here. They’ll experiment on her too. Redheads are special too.


    She sounds angry. I recognize that anger. That doctor better cover his nose.


    I feel hands on my chest. Her hands. It’s her. She’s here.


    “Hi, Super Squishy. These fu cking mo rons wouldn’t let mee in with you, but they’ve learned their


    lesson. I’m not leaving you again. Promise. They need to work on your arm. It’s broken. You’ve lost a


    lot of blood. I’m going to be here the whole time. I won’t leave you.”


    She came back. She didn’t leave me. She came back.


    Everything went back to ck in front of me. I could hear her voice. It made me feel calm. I hear her tell


    the doctor that I won’t resist. She keeps talking to me, telling me that they need to fix my arm and that I


    need to hold still.


    I can feel her hand on my chest. I reach up with the arm that apparently works and put my hand over


    hers. I want to make sure that she stays with me this time. I hear the doctor yell and hear amotion.


    She tells them that I’ve been awake the whole time and to hurry up before I lose my patience. That


    doctor’s nose is still in danger. I squeeze her hand again, this time hoping to keep her from breaking


    anyone’s nose.


    She talks to me the whole time, keeping the doctor away. The darkness is peaceful. It’s quiet here. I


    like it when I’m here. I’ve never spent this much time here before. Her voice keeps me here, Her voice


    brings me peace. She quiets my demons.


    By the time they’re done with whatever it is they’re doing to my arm, the drugs they tried to sedate me


    with wear off enough and I can see clearly now. I’m in a room for surgery. I’ve been in plenty of these


    rooms in my life. They’re all the same. They all sti nk. They’re all cold. They all have the same


    fluorescent lighting overhead.


    I see a nurse walk up and tell Sephie she isn’t needed anymore. Just as I start to panic, Sephie tells


    the nurse in her very direct but funny, way that she’s not leaving me. She leaned down to me,


    whispering, “told you I wasn’t going to leave you again.


    These people are nu ts anyway.” I tried tough, but it came out more like a cough. I heard herugh


    softly. There it is. I have to keep going.