Camilla Carter has had a rough life of abuse and pain. Her twin sister protects her as much as she can, until she can't. Keaton Woods, a boxing fighter who hates any man for laying a finger on a woman. Keaton is also an underground fighter. How does...
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"Tell me, how long do you hold onto a memory? How do you decide between the pain of remembering or the pain of letting go?"
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"How are you feeling?" Keaton gives my hand a gentle squeeze.
"I think I'm okay."
I try to sit up but Maggie and Keaton are quick to their feet and push me back down.
"You need to rest, don't try to sit up," Keaton says firmly.
"Adrian, go get the doctor." Maggie looks at Adrian.
Adrian gets up and walks out of the room. Keaton and Maggie slowly move their hands away.
"What time is it?" I ask, voice raspy.
Maggie pulls out her phone. "4:30pm."
I clear my throat, to attempt to clear up the stretchiness. Which does not help.
"Do you need some water?" Keaton asks.
I nod as he goes to pour some water into a pale pink cup.
He hands it to me and I drink it.
I look down and notice my left arm is in a sling. The same arm my dad carved into.
My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Why do I need a sling for a cut?
The door opens to reveal Adrian and a doctor.
"Hi Camilla, I am your doctor, Dr. Smith."
I give her a warm smile. "Hi."
"How are you feeling?" She asks, clicking her pen.
"I feel pretty okay right now," I say honestly.
"That is because of the medication. Once it wears off, you will be in a great deal of pain."
Well that's nice to know.
Dr. Smith continues, "when you came in we took you to triage. From there we rolled out internal bleeding of the abdomen and a shattered left shoulder. Immediately, we took you to the OR to repair your shoulder and the bleeding."
"Okay," I say calmly.
I'm too used to injuries to not have a monotone reaction.
"After surgery, we found 3 broken ribs and a bruised spine. We also stitched up your left arm from the carvings. You will need to be in the hospital on strict bed rest for at least a week."
I nod. Still not surprised.
"I will come back and check in around 5:45. Don't try to sit up, your incisions need to heal," The doctor says sternly before walking out of the room.
