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💥16. Ramé💥

N. Something that is both chaotic and joyful at the same time.

Callum MacBrady

It was the most vivid dreams I'd had in years. I saw her. Molly. She was so beautiful and innocent. I couldn't look away when Remy and Amon came into view. It was like a movie I'd seen over and over again, but I still rooted for a different outcome each time. I didn't want her to die, but she would. She had to. It was like a loop playing in my mind.

I was fighting in the ring, but I could still see everything in the alley behind the arena. It was so clear and the details made me want to vomit. Her beautiful Irish skin was red with blood. Amon and Remy stood over her in high spirits that made me want to tear them apart, but I couldn't.

I was a prisoner in my own mind, forced to watch the butchering of my beloved on repeat. It was a blessing when I finally felt the visions fade and heard a soft voice echoing beyond my sight.

"Mr. MacBrady?" The woman called gently and tapped my arm. "Mr. MacBrady?"

It took me a few seconds to realize I had been asleep and slowly opened my eyes. A nurse stood over me in a pair of blue scrubs. She was a pretty, young, woman with red lips that smiled down at me. "Where am I?" I asked the first question to pop into my mind. It was obvious that I was at a hospital. An IV was stuck in my arm and there were wires taped all over my body.

"You're at Saint Joseph's Hospital. I need to call the doctor now that you're awake." She left my bedside, but I grabbed her wrist. Pain shot through my arm the second I moved it and I had to let go. I sucked in a breath and laid back down.

"Careful!" She said and helped me reposition myself. "Your body has been through some trauma in the last twenty hours. You need to rest. Let me go get Dr. Baker and he can talk you through everything." She tried to calm me down and smoothed the blankets over me before rushing out of the room.

I tried to sit up and gather my thoughts but a sharp pain went from my left shoulder down to my chest and I couldn't help but suck in a breath to hold it together. I winced and lowered myself gently back down on the generic hospital bed just as the doctor knocked on my open door and came in.

"Good evening Mr. MacBrady, I'm Dr. Baker. Glad to see you're awake." He placed his hand on the foot of my bed and smiled.

"Doc, why am I here?" I rubbed my temples in frustration.

"Do you remember anything after your fight, Mr. MacBrady?" He asked with concern lacing his voice.

I thought about it for a minute. I remembered kicking Remy Perceval's ass in front of thousands of people, I remembered Luna's speech, I remembered getting up to give mine and then nothing. "I was giving a speech. Did I...did I pass out?" I tried to think of why I'd be in a hospital. I didn't sustain any serious injuries during the fight that I knew of.

"No." He grabbed a clipboard that was snapped on the end of the bed. "Mr. MacBrady, during your speech you were shot once in the chest, just above your heart. You were airlifted here and we were able to get you into surgery right away and successfully removed the bullet. You have internal and external stitches to close the wound that will take a little time to heal, but I expect that you'll make a full recovery. You should be back in the ring in three to six months."