Page 81 of Macon

My heart starts to race uncontrollably. Of course, my subconscious starts to go.

What if this is the last time I’m going to see her? What if she dies? What if they can’t save her?

I slow my pace, grabbing my chest. I’m going into a full-blown panic attack.

Doc turns around. “Shit. Sin, are you okay? Breathe.”

I bend down, trying to catch my breath.

Doc places her hand on my back. “Breathe. You got this.”

Tears begin to fall.

I can’t lose her. I just can’t lose her.

I feel a pair of strong, muscular hands grab my arms, pulling me upright. I come face-to-face with Dr. Wilson when I’m at my full height.

“Okay, take a deep breath with me,” Dr. Wilson says, grabbing my hand and placing it on his chest.

If I wasn’t having a full-blown panic attack, I’d enjoy feeling up a doctor.

“That’s it. Deep breaths. You’re going to be okay,” Dr. Wilson says reassuringly.

My breathing slows, and I start to relax.

“Okay, miss?” he asks, raising a brow.

What name do I give him? Cindy—Sharlene—Sin. Who am I?

Tears fill my eyes, feeling lost. Who am I without my sister?

Seeing I’m about ready to lose it again, Doc jumps in and replies with a laugh, “Sin, this is Greg—Greg, this is Sin.”

Greg looks between the two of us with a smile.

“Well, Sin, we are going to do everything we can to get Ray back to herself. Now,” he says, turning to start walking. “Let’s get you in there to see her. It would be good to talk to her and let her know you’re here. I’ll be back to check in once the results are in.”

When we reach her room, he places his hand on the door and pushes it open, letting us women walk through first.

Seeing my beautiful sister lying there with tubes everywhere, I begin to cry. Covering my mouth to muffle the sounds, I walk over to her bedside.

She looks so thin. Thinner than normal. She doesn’t look like she’s been beaten or hurt, thank goodness.

Flashbacks to when I was in captivity rush through me. I wince just thinking about the beatings I received.

I shake my head. Not now. Focus.

“Ray, you’re going to be okay. You got the best doctors ever,” Doc teases, grabbing her hand across the bed from me with tears running down her cheeks.

I reach for her slender fingers, ones that match mine perfectly. Everything about us was in sync at one time. Intertwining our hands, I whisper, “Sis, I’m here.”

Sounding like a frog, I clear my throat.

“Dean, please come back to me. I’m here,” I say louder this time, using the nickname I used to call her.

Doc looks up with a smile.

I laugh. “When people call her Ray, I used to always follow with Dean, and when people called me Sin, she’d call me Dee.”

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