Page 53 of See You Soon
"You have no idea… butyou will."His iniquitous words roll out off tongue as he drinks more whiskey and I'm studying him. My heart stops and I'm desperate to know what he means.
“I’ve never been a whiskey type of girl,” I whisper as I watch him drink.
He stills and his blue eyes darken. He holds his breath and drops the whiskey bottle to his side.
Suddenly, he kisses me, pushing himself against me, crashing devastatingly on my lips and I'm instantly lost from the collision. He pries my mouth open and I feel the dark taste of whiskey, burn into my throat. Sweet and hard, he empties his drink inside me as my tastebuds erupt. I swallow it all, as his tongue travels deeper inside. The sensation of what he's doing to me has me arching my back as his hand snakes to my hips, pushing me closer to his chest.
He really is out of his mind.Or am I?He spit whiskey in my mouth and I'm howling.
“Are you sure about that, little Angel?Because you swallowed it alllike you will with my come when I fuck that perfect throat of yours.” Danny licks his lips, leaning back against the wall. He finally lets me go and he watches me walk away. I'm completely bashful as I bite my lip. I grab the handle of the door and turn around to face him.
“I’ll see you tonight.” He tells me.
And I know it's not a question. He's not asking to see me. Every time he says something, he means it.
"I don't know when I'm off work. It could be well into the night."
"It doesn't matter, I'll wait. I've got time." He quirks a brow. Danny's tone shifts and he's being protective, maybe even territorial over me.
"I'll see you soon, then." I nod before exiting his room, closing the door behind me softly. I trust Danny. If Paul trusted him I can too. I never hesitate to listen to him.
Hell, I don't want to be in my room either, alone. I'd rather be in Danny's arms. I start to speed walk my way to the hospital. He's going to be leaving very soon and I won't see him again for a while.
Although, I can't help but feel as if Danny is trying to avoid the conversation that lingers above both of our heads.
Paul.
I try to shake out of those thoughts, I need to clear my mind before I start treating people in the ER. I couldn't be thinking about anything worrisome while doing my job. I start to ponder why Doctor Diaz was calling me into work so promptly. He never does that. There must be something going on at the hospital. Something bad. Then my mind goes to the worst,Rooker.
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I rush into the hospital, jogging. If something happened to Rooker, I'm not sure how Danny will take it. To lose two good friends within a year. I'm sure it wouldn't be good and I know for a fact, he's a drinker. I can't confirm he's an alcoholic but that alcohol collection at his house was massive. Then seeing him get drunk at the bar was an insight into what I’m dealing with when it comes to Danny.
I push through the doors into the ICU. Running towards Rookers' room. Panting hard as I knock on the door and there's no answer. My heart sinks. Maybe he's sleeping. I gently push the door open to find another nurse, cleaning the bed sheets, and putting in fresh ones. No Rooker in sight.
Oh no.He didn't make it. There's no way they would move him from ICU so soon. It could only mean...
"Ari, you okay?" Edward asks me. He's an army nurse that I've worked with on several occasions. I hadn't noticed but my hand was shaking, still holding onto the door knob, a tear slipping out of my eye.
"What happened to Rooker? He was stable when I last saw him? How could? He was stable, dammit! He was okay, his vitals were—" I start to frantically ramble, my voice trembling, tripping over my words.
"Rooker is fine Ari, calm down. They're transferring him to Germany. He's on a plane right now as we speak. Closer to home. That man was persistent about being transferred out of here," Edward cuts me off before I can ramble on further, he begins to walk towards me, putting his hands on my shoulders consoling me. I let out a sigh of relief, wiping my tear away. My heart rate starts to go to an even pace and I feel like a ton of weight is lifted off my shoulder. The downside of being a nurse… you never want to see a patient die on you.
"You know Navy SEALS, stubborn as hell," Edward adds with a reassuring smile. I blink, taking deep breaths in. This job stresses me out so badly. But it's so rewarding.
"Well, that's good. I'm sure his wife’s on her way to Germany." I say to Edward. He pats my shoulder and then releases me.
"So why are Doctor Diaz and Lori rushing me to come back to work on my day off? I mean I don't mind, I'm just curious. Are we understaffed?" I ask, my eyebrows raising.
"Ari, when are we not understaffed?" Edward asks me sarcastically. He chuckles before continuing, "But no that's not technically it, it's because of a patient we have. Her name is Violet Redd. She was taken hostage by a terrorist organization and she was rescued and brought from a different hospital. She's a medic for the army, suffered through a Humvee crash, and kidnapping. She wastortured."
I gasp, throwing my hand to my mouth. Her story registers in my head and I'm in shambles. This poor woman.Tortured?Then my mind goes to the darkest possibilities of what that could entail. Tortured by terrorists... I shiver as I feel the complete devastation of what Violet must have gone through.
"Now, she won't let any male nurse touch her or help with anything, or even get near her. She won't let Doctor Diaz go into the room without becoming violent because he's a male. She only feels comfortable around females. Female nurses or doctors and Lori's shift is up. So... they called you in." Edward explains.
I nod, looking into Edward's deep brown eyes. He looks tired and contemplative. His eyes were studying me, his eyebrows raised with his forehead making little wrinkles. We all look like this after we start our shifts. I'm letting it all soak in and I try my best to remember all the parts of the psychiatric portions of nursing school. How would I approach this situation? I think the best way to approach her was to think of her as the biological sister I never had. Patience, understanding, gentleness, and no sudden movements.
"Wow... I totally understand. I'm more than happy to help... I mean I'll do my best but I can't even fathom what she’s feeling right now." I tell Edward.
