Chapter 62 - Fifty-Two
LEO
I walk down the spacious corridor of the hospital, no, almost running. I am drenched in sweats and my abused lips are almost bleeding. My heart is drumming in my chest as if it is trying to escape its rightful place and invade through my chest. My head is ringing and my vision is tunnel. I can feel tension, anxiety and fear coursing through my veins alongside my blood.
I am scared. So scared that I can’t stop running. If I stop running I know the violent tremor of my limbs will be out on full display to other people to enjoy. I am so scared that my lungs are tied in a dead knot refusing to be untied, and this is why my brain is lacking oxygen. My brain can’t process the fear that is consuming me and making me remember the worst things in my life. It can’t process any coherent thoughts. Like it has been sucked dry and there is nothing left aside from those demons in my head.
Ruth said that it was a car accident but I don’t believe it. Because I have never seen a driver as good as Erwin before. With his skills he can’t get into any kind of accidents if it wasn’t plotted beforehand. But I can think about all of it later. I want to see him. Now.
When Ruth called me to the party, I bet that people around me thought that I had lost it because of the way I snatched the keys from Kevin and dashed out of the hotel, bumping into as many people as possible. Even so I couldn’t care less about that. But the thing is why Kevin isn’t calling me yet. He would usually shower me with calls and texts if I do something out of the line. Wait, I don’t have my phone with me. Did I drop it somewhere? Maybe. But it isn’t crossing my mind as seriously as it should. Not that I care anymore. The sense I’m feeling right now is far too greater to worry about my missing phone.
I spot John sitting on a bench before the ICU. Sweats streaming down his forehead and his muscles taut with tension that is gripping him. I approach him.
"Where is Erwin?" I crock, my voice wobble and raspy from the tension that has me in its deathly clutches, refusing to let go even an inch of me.
John jumps on his feet, the worried lines forming on his face are telling me that the things aren’t really working on our side. "H-He is in observation. Ruth is taking care of him. I don’t know anything else other than that." He rushes out.
And my tough-guy act that I know I wasn’t really helping me all that much, falls. My knees tremble and I lose my footings but before I can hit the cold, unforgivingly solid tile, John’s hands snap out and catch me in them.