Chapter 75: Make It Hurt
(TYLER)
I lie in the same position in my hospital bed, day after day, staring at the same city skyline.
Lucia and Jericho alternate shifts at the hospital, sitting in my room. They talk about a lot of things, shifting from subject to subject. I don’t hear a word of what they say.
The plan is to take me home. At least, I know that.
Despite the efforts of many different people, I still haven’t said a word. Lucia. Jericho. The nurses. The doctors. The cops. They even went as far as getting me a trauma counsellor to try and talk to me. Try.
Sasha is the only one who doesn’t hound me. I haven’t seen him nice he promised to kill everyone then left. For all I know, he could be dead, or gone.
"We got your room all set up. We have the family doctor around. He’ll be keeping tabs on you." Lucia says as she wheels me towards the door like the invalid I am now. "I instructed the chefs to make your favourites, but not over the top. The doctor here said you’re on a strict diet."
Jericho elbows her at just about the same time I hid my face behind my palm. Ho mortifying. I’m afraid that they know the details about my surgery even without revealing many details. I feel so weak and humiliated.
Lucia notices Sasha and we stop moving suddenly. He closes the distance between us and takes a knee beside my wheelchair. He doesn’t reach out to touch me, neither does he say a word. He just kneels there, leaning his weight on the knee that is upright staring at me, like a knight waiting for a command from above.