“Well, let’s just say you can get a house with a couple more rooms in it. Or even a guesthouse, you know, in case…you want Damon to come stay with you when he gets better.”
Sarah’s eyes were wide. “A house? As in…a house?”
“I’m right with you, girl. Never dreamed I’d own anything. A house with you sounds pretty nice.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “As for the brother…detached guesthouse. For sure.”
The entire table laughed, but a ping of hurt zipped through my chest. Damon was still in a coma, but he was hanging on. Hewouldrecover, and hell yeah, he’d come live with us. If that reward was enough, I’d give him the best damn care it could buy.
He wasn’t a member of Walker’s team any longer, considering Walker was going to be spending some serious time in jail for helping Nicco, so Damon would get a fresh start.
Hopefully.
Sarah and I would help him, but what I liked most was that there was a Sarah and I. She was free of Nicco and any threats from that camp.
Forever.
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Lizzie
One.Two.Three.
Three numbers that ruled my life now. Or any derivative of. Three. Six. Nine. Those worked, well. But only in batches of three. Couldn’t count straight through, disaster would happen. I didn’t know exactly what disaster, but I knew something bad would happen.
I had to keep counting. Coming here every day and counting to Damon. Then he’d wake up.
God, I’m stupid.
I slapped my book shut and sat back in the hard, unforgiving hospital chair, staring at a man I didn’t even know. But for some reason I had to be here. Every single day. Whether I counted to him, read to him, or watched movies with him. I needed to be here.
I’d once been alone in a hospital, in a coma no less, with no one to sit with me. My parents had been killed. I’d been all alone.
Damon’s mom died, which landed him in here, beaten to a pulp. He’d tried to attack the guy who killed his mother. I didn’t blame him, but now he was stuck here.
I brushed my finger along the raised skin on his temple, then to the other scar below his left eye. The scars were mostly healed by now, but the evidence of the severity of the attack he’d suffered would remain forever.
The rest of his pale skin was smooth. I insisted on having him shaved every day when the nurses bathed him. His big brother, Drey, said he’d like that.
But I fought Drey when he tried to have Damon’s gauges removed from his ears, and his other piercings. Didn’t feel right to make those choices when Damon wasn’t around to voice his opinion.
And, I kind of liked them. Which was totally strange. They were so thug-like, but that was Damon, I guess.
If only he’d wake up. He’d been asleep for nearly a month!
I scrubbed my face and sat up, taking a deep breath. The scent of rubbing alcohol and cold. Yeah, cold smelled. And I knew. I, too, had been in a coma before. Years ago, and only for a week or so, but it screwed me up.
Drey and his wife Sarah came by every day. I absolutely swooned every time I saw them together. They had such a wicked-awesome romance it made me jealous. She was a former sex slave who escaped. Drey had left the gang life after having lost his little baby and the baby’s mother to a drug overdose. They survived it all and managed to find true love.
They came every day, but they also had lives and couldn’t sit here all day like I could. I didn’t have a life.
I wasn’t sure I ever would. But at least I’d finally gotten my butt out here. New York was a prison for me in more ways than the agoraphobia. The memories. The fear. The…