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Why do I have
elephants dancing on my skull? Make the pain stop.
“Mr. Burgess, she’s coming around,” came a foggy voice.
“Miss Cullen, wake up. Open your eyes for me.” I felt someone rub on my
sternum, between my breasts. Fuck! STOP
THAT!
“Ugh,” I groaned, curling up and swatting the hand away. I
pulled my eyelids back, noticing that I was in the back of an ambulance. A
young paramedic was sitting to my right while Steve was on my left, holding my
hand. He had a pretty nasty gash on his temple that was haphazardly dressed
with some gauze and tape. The paramedic took out a penlight, shining it in my
eyes. I slammed my eyes shut. “Oh, don’t
do that. It makes the throbbing in my skull worse.” Once the light went away, I
reopened them.
“Pupils are equal and reactive,” the paramedic noted,
jotting down a few notes. “Miss Cullen, can you tell me what day it is?”
“Tuesday,” I grumbled, closing my eyes again. “Can I go home
now?”
“You lost consciousness, Miss Cullen. We have to take you to
the hospital. You, too, Mr. Burgess,” chided the paramedic. “That cut needs
stitches.”
“Look, I have another person I’m responsible for. Can I
follow you to the hospital? I promise to be right behind you,” Steve said, his
voice pained.
“You shouldn’t drive, sir,” argued the paramedic.
“I won’t. Please,” he begged, his fingers threading through
mine. I blinked a few times, relishing in the feeling of Steve’s hand in mine.
He moved our hands, pressing his lips to his fingers, but I could feel the heat
through them.
“Okay, but you have to assure me that you won’t get behind
the wheel,” the paramedic grumbled.
“I promise,” he said, squeezing my
hand. He looked down at me. His blue eyes were filled with such concern. “Owen
and I will be right behind you, Kyra. You’ll be okay.” His fingers traced my
cheek and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. With another pained look, he got
out of the ambulance stiffly, jogging toward the physical therapist. Ten
minutes, my mom’s car was behind the ambulance with Owen behind the wheel. The
paramedic barked to the person in the driver’s seat and we took off. The
movement made my stomach churn. I threw up twice, covering the floor with my
breakfast. The paramedic injected some anti-nausea medication into my IV and I
felt immediately better and very, very sleepy.
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