All On Contract

Chapter 34 - O.D

Tessa's P.O.V:
"I don't know...I...I just found him like that!" I say as I pace up in down in the room and talk on the phone.

"Okay, Tessa. I need you to calm down, alright?" Chris says. "I'm around 5 minutes away from the hotel." He adds.

"Please Christopher, please hurry up." I beg him as I watch Marshall laying down on the ground in the same position I found him in.

"I'm on my way, Tess." Chris says. "I need you to call the reciption and tell them to let me up, alright?" Chris says.

"Okay. Yeah." I nod frantically.

"Alright. I'm going to hang up now, alright Tess." I say.

"No...what if he...what if he...please don't hang up Chris." I sigh when I can't seem to find the right words.

"Tessa, I'm on my way. You need to phone the reciption and let them know that I'm coming." Chris explains.

"Okay." I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Okay." Chris says. "I'm going to hang up now, okay?" Chris says slowly.

"Okay." I say before the line goes dead. I quickly dial the hotels reciption and instruct them to let Chris up.

I drop down on the floor next to Marshall and check his pulse just like Chris instructed me too. I can feel his pulse. It's weak but it's there.

I stand up from my spot and quickly rush to the door to open it so Chris can come in without knocking.  I walk back to the bedroom and my eyes land on the pill bottles.

I slowly make my way to his desk and pick them up. There were empty bottles of sleeping pills and pain killers and many other pills in tiny zip lock bags. Oh god, please don't tell me he overdosed on these.

"Tessa!" Chris calls my name making me quickly turn towards the door.

"I'm in here, Christopher! I'm in the bedroom!" I shout as I run towards the door, dropping the pill bottles on the way.

"I'm here. Where is he, Tess?" Chris asks as he walks towards the door. I watch him as he squeezes into the small gap.

"I..I walked in and-" I start but Chris cuts me off.

"He's freezing." Chris states as he touches Marshall with the back of his hand. "How long as he been out?" Chris ask as he takes out a stethoscope to listen to Marshall's heartbeat.

"I don't know...I just...I walked in and found him like this." I say as my eyes fill up with tears. I drop down next to him by Marshall.

Chris turns Marshall onto his back and listens to his heartbeat with the stethoscope. His eyes scan Marshall's body as he listens to his heart beat.

"What? What is it?" I ask him in worry when his eyes go wide.

"He's shirt...It's..." Chris trails off as he touches Marshall's hip. My eyes go wide when I see blood on Christopher's hand.

"He's bleeding..." I mutter under my breath.

I watch Chris as he picks up his shirt, reveling a sharp glass piece stabbed unto Marshall's hip. Christopher places his on the sharp glass piece and pulls it out.

I look away from his wound. I hate blood, ever since I was a kid and was involved in a car crash with my dad, my fear of blood began when he was injured pretty bad.

I just remember there was blood all over me. Not my blood. It was my father's and my oldest brothers blood. I feel dizzy and ligheaded by just having a glimpse of blood.