"Hey Rosie, it's good to see you," I speak softly, just above a whisper. My mouth turns up in one corner, the relief washing over me at the sight of her up close. Her hands fall from her chest, and she sucks in a breath as her eyes flash open, immediately finding mine. With that one swift movement, my smile falters, my heart shatters in the cavity where it lays in my chest, and my world collapses.
"Anderson!" She whispers my name out, not in relief as I'd hoped, but her tone wraps around my name and is laced with pain.
No.
"He cannot be here!" She shouts out, her voice shaking. Her eyes are locked in on me in shock and confusion.
No. No. No. No. No.
"Baby," I reach for her hand, and she pulls back; her brows are pinched, and her mouth is ajar.
My hands shoot up and cover my mouth, attempting to hold back the sob that is threatening to bust through the surface.
This cannot be happening.
Chapter thirty-one
Via
What the actual fuck is going on.
Anderson Cole.
Anderson fucking Cole.
He is here.
In my stupid hospital room that I don't even know why I'm in, much less why the hell he's here.
"What is going on? Can someone give me straight fucking answers?"
I attempted to scream out, but my voice was weak, and my throat was dry. The words come out as barely an angry whisper. Everything hurts. My entire body is sore like I'd been hit by a Mac truck, and my head and heart are pounding with pain in unison.
The pleas of a lost girl and desperate for answers about her life.
Pathetic.
I shake my head back and forth, trying to process it. The panic is setting in.
I can feel Ander's presence lean in over me, and his hand rubs my arm gently, shooting a course of electricity through my body down to my toes. My eyes remain screwed shut as his warm sweet breath fans over my face, and he starts counting backward as if he knows exactly what I do during a panic attack to help ground myself.
"Ten… Nine… Eight… Sev—"
"Stop it!" I demand, opening my eyes and throwing him a glare before looking at Izzy and then at Dr. Abayon. My hands rubbed over my face and then through my hair.
"Ms. Foley, we'll give you some time to rest." Dr. Abayon says as she looks at Izzy and Ander and motions her chin to point them out into the hall.
I scoff, "I don't want torest. I want to know what's going on. Damnit! Why does none of this make any sense?"
"Via. . ." Izzy speaks softly. "Via, it's okay."
My frustration only grows, and I huff. Okay? How is any of this okay? It's bad enough that my body feels like hell; I don't know anything that's going on, and I don't know why. I feel lost in my own mind, and that's definitely not fucking okay.
"You were involved in an incident—"
"Yes, Doctor, you've said that. Can we not be so vague?" I huff, anger filling my voice and the knot in my heart.
Ander is here. He shouldn't be.
