All the anger inside of me boiled over at his tone and his careless indifference. He was talking about Ryland like he was a sack of potatoes. And I was so fucking sick of his disdain. Of all of this.
“Fuck you!” I spat. “Fuck all of you! You don’t know what he’s capable of. You don’t know what he’s survived. I can still feel him. He isn’t gone. I don’t give a shit what you say because I feel him! He’s going to come back to me. He always comes back to me!”
Dr. Kelly took a step back from me as though I were a crazed animal, and Nicole ran into the room just in time to see me dissolving into hysterics.
“Brighton?” her voice was filled with concern as I collapsed against Ryland’s chest and sobbed against him.
“What did you say to her?” she accused.
I didn’t hear Dr. Kelly’s response. Because a sharp pain rippled through my back and down my abdomen, causing me to lurch forward. It felt like something was tearing inside of me, and I didn’t understand what was happening.
When I looked down at the hospital chair beneath me, there was blood leaking out from my pants.
“Oh God… something’s wrong.”
White hot pain speared through my body as spots filled my vision. I briefly saw Nicole and Dr. Kelly rushing to my aid before I slumped forward and everything started to fade away.