Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Yep, perfectly fucked up together.
That night I had another seizure.
And the night after that.
And the night after that.
And the day after that.
Which caused my brother to wreck his new truck, and everyone to begin questioning what exactly was wrong with me, and if I’d ever have a normal life again.
Chapter 19
A king only bows down to his queen.
-Apple to Ridley
Apple
I ran through the hospital doors, Emily in my arms, praying that Kitt would be all right.
Again.
This was beginning to be a habit that I seriously didn’t enjoy.
At least this time I had one less person to worry about seeing as Emily was currently in my arms.
I wasn’t worried about Ridley at all.
He’d been the one to call me to tell me that they’d been in the accident in the first place, so it was natural not to be as worried when he sounded perfectly fine.
The second I passed through the ER doors, I walked immediately to where Kitt and Ridley were in beds next to each other, hurrying to them.
“Here,” I gave Emily to Ridley, not caring that one of his arms was hurt.
I also didn’t care that the movement would likely cause my kid to puke. Something she’d already done in the truck on the way.
Over the last two months we’d been very careful when it came to moving Emily around after she’d been fed. If we weren’t careful, then the movement made Emily puke, and we’d have to feed her all over again.
My body turned, allowing me to survey Kitt’s injuries.
She was awake and conscious, and I knew that she wasn’t in a good place.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I blurted. “And Emily puked all over the back of the truck.”
Her mouth curved up at the edges, and a smile broke out over her face.
It was the most beautiful sight in the world.
Walking carefully toward her, I sat down on the edge of her hospital bed and stared deeply into her eyes.
“I don’t like what your eyes are telling me,” I told her softly.
She looked haunted, and I didn’t like that. Not even a little bit.
Not when that haunted look would normally mean very bad things if it’d been reversed and on my face.
“Talk to me, momma,” I said softly.
Her eyes closed, and then reopened.
“I’m a menace to society,” she whispered brokenly.
“How do you figure?” I asked.
She swallowed hard.
“I killed Corey,” she whispered. “I almost killed my baby.” She scrubbed her hands over her face. “And I almost killed my brother today. And I’m only getting worse!”
I caught her hand that had flailed out to the side and brought it up to my lips.
“You’re not a menace to society,” I said. “And I think it’s time for a second opinion. You’ve been with this doctor in Dallas for a while now, and I think it’s time to use someone else’s knowledge and hope that maybe they can find the answers that your other doctor can’t.”
She closed her eyes.
“And what if they don’t have any idea, either?” She whispered brokenly.
I was about to reply when Kitt’s face turned to her brother and she snapped, “Language!”
I turned too, noticing that the floor was covered in spit up and that a nurse had quite a bit of it dripping down her pant leg into her shoe.
Ridley’s eyes were focused on the nurse like a predator, and I sat there, stunned, to see anything other than indifference on his face when it came to a woman.
“Apple.”
I turned back to Kitt, raising my brow at her.
“What?” I asked.
“You didn’t answer. What if the other doctor doesn’t have any idea, either?” She pushed.
“Then we worry about that when it happens. Don’t borrow trouble.”
***
Kitt
Two days later, I found myself at my new doctor’s office.
“Hello, dear. It’s nice to meet you. Would you come in?” My new doctor, Dr. Pierce, smiled and waved his hand for me to enter.
We both followed him in and took seats directly across the desk from him.
My belly was turning as I stared at him.
The nurse that my daughter had puked on last night had recommended Dr. Pierce, and he’d worked me in the very next morning.
After reviewing my chart, he’d called and asked me to meet him at his office at eight this morning. I was also instructed not to take any of my medications and to eat normally with no caffeine intake.
So I’d done as instructed, and now here I sat, tired and nervous as hell, Apple at my side.
Then again, that’s where he’d been since my accident yesterday morning.
Apple, somehow sensing my thoughts were on him, grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly, giving me strength that I didn’t know I needed.
I gave him a quick smile, letting him know that I was all right and turned back to the doctor who was shuffling papers around on his desk.