“Mr. Callahan, we need you to relax right now. Just breathe.”
“I…mmmy…wife?” My speech slurred and I fell back.
5:55 PM
“Ugh.” I groaned. Shifting around, I opened my eyes, but closed them again when faced with a bright light in my face.
Where the hell am I?
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Glancing to the left, I stared at the heart monitor staring right back me. My heart rate slowly rose as I remembered what had happened to me…to us… I tried to sit up but couldn’t with the weight on my right side.
“Don’t move.”
“Mel!”
She sat in a wheelchair, her face so pale I wasn’t even sure if it was her or a ghost. She laid her head in my lap and just stared up at me, her brown eyes like daggers to the heart…good daggers. A grin spread across my face.
“Hi—”
“We got the shit kicked out of us, Liam.” She just had to go and ruin the mood.
“You should see the other guy,” I muttered, reaching out to hold her hand. She squeezed mine tightly…but she was right, it had been close—too fucking close, and for what? We had almost lost our lives for absolutely nothing but a grudge.
“I’m not running for president,” she whispered.
“What?”
She didn’t repeat herself, just held my hand and closed her eyes. “Mel?”
“I’m fine, just tired—”
“Liam!” Both of us turned to the door. There, Declan, a team of doctors, Cora, Evelyn, and Mina all stared at us wide-eyed.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Melody!” Cora screamed at her and I was completely confused. “The news is reporting that you died! We got to your room and no one knows where you are or has seen you, which is odd because you are supposed to be on bed rest! You had a heart attack! Not to mention the numerous other wounds all over you! Have you lost your goddamn mind! We—”
“Breathe, baby…breathe.” Declan held on to her shoulders, pulling her back, but she looked ready to beat the shit out of her.
Wait…
“You had what?” I stared down at her again, now really seeing how pale she was and noticing the sweat covering her forehead.
“I’m fine—”
“Take her where she needs to go!” I snapped at the doctors, ignoring the ache in my shoulder. She squeezed my hand again and I squeezed back.
The doctor came behind her, grabbing her wheelchair, and she didn’t even fight, which proved how badly she must
be hurting. Jesus Christ.
“Mommy!” I heard them before I saw them. They came in like a tornado and rushed her chair. She was truly a masochist because she just opened her arms and hugged them all to her. She kissed Wyatt’s cheek and then moved over to do the same to Ethan and Dona.
“Mommy, I did what you showed me! I got us out of the car! Ethan couldn’t do it. He didn’t think I could do it, but I did.” Wyatt grinned proudly.