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When they move her, I follow.
And when the cops try to stop me, I tell them there isn’t a force in this world that would keep me from riding in that ambulance with my wife.
CHAPTER83
Savannah
King.
I try to say his name, but I don’t think I do.
I don’t think I can.
My King.
I want him so much.
I want him to hold me.
There’s so much noise.
I struggle to find myself.
I feel lost inside my own body.
Why is there so much pain?
Someone touches my arm, and I finally find my voice. To scream.
“You’re hurting her!” King’s furious voice fills my head. And it’s too loud, but it’s what I need.
King.
I still can’t say it, but I let myself think it over and over.
* * *
My eyes feelscratchy as I force them open.
The room I’m in is blessedly dark with just a small amount of light filtering in through the slotted window curtains, so I work to open them further.
My brain feels fuzzy, and my head aches, but I can remember bits and pieces.
I remember getting the X-ray and the tight brace being fitted to my broken wrist.
I remember being examined.
I remember King bellowing when a male nurse tried to undress me.
I can remember waking up in the ambulance, and reaching out for King’s hand. And I remember looking down at his own when he wouldn’t take mine, and seeing his covered in blood.
And…I let the relief of being alive wash through me…I remember King getting there just in time.
I remember seeing him just before my world went black. And I know.I knowthat if King hadn’t shown up, that man would’ve killed me.
My head is pounding, but I roll it to the side, trying to take in my surroundings.
I must still be in the hospital room, but I don’t know how much time has passed.