Page 47 of Possessed By You
CHAPTER SEVEN
The smell of oil and burning metal fills my senses, stinging my nose with the sharpness. I’m struck by overwhelming pain that makes it impossible to speak. My world is dark, my body immobile, although I can feel the hard cement against my cheek, shards of glass piercing my skin. Sirens are soaring through the air.
My eyes won’t open. My head is pounding.
Ben.
“We can’t reach them!” someone shouts distantly.
There’s a groan near me, and the smell of blood is pungent and overwhelming. I recognize the sound to be Benjamin’s, and hearing his struggled gasps, I know I need to move.
He’s awake, and he’s in pain, his gulps of air accompanied by frightened tears.
I try to force my eyelids open. I try to speak to no avail. He shifts and cries out louder, and I hear a loud clang of glass against the ground. Oil is trickling onto my skin.
A voice I don’t recognize shouts so loud I feel like he’s in my ear, “Wait, don’t!”
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My eyes shoot open wide at the sudden strike of pain that seems to pierce my brain, a simmering nerve struck at the moment of consciousness. I’m in a hospital. I move to sit up, but strong hands push me down. The noise around me is alarmingly loud.
“Stop, please.”
“Darcy, we need to clean this wound. Stop fighting us.”
I flinch, clenching my hands in pain. “Where is Benjamin? Where is he? Where is my husband?”
“Mrs. Scott, please, stay still! Lay back. You’re not well.”
The pain is excruciating.
“Not until one of you tells me where thefuckhe is!”
I’m pulling my arm from her grasp when my body suddenly freezes, zoning in on the commotion beside me.
I recognize the cuff links immediately. “B…Benjamin?”
The doctors are pressing a defibrillator onto his bare chest. His shirt is open, and what was once a crisp white color is now blood red. I gape at him in horror, terrified by the sight. His eyes are closed, his body thumping off the gurney at the shock of electricity.
In a soft crescendo, my ears begin to accept noise as it is, and that’s when I hear the deafening sound of a flat line.
I shake my head, refusing to believe it. Tears spring to my eyes, swarming in a matter of seconds. No.No.
“Benjamin?” Fear seizes every part of me. When he doesn’t open his eyes, when they land another shock from the defibrillator, I am undone.
God, no.
“Benjamin!”I scream, gutted by a sob. I sit up in a flash, my pain disappearing in my desperation. I shove the girl cleaning my wound hard enough that she slips and falls to the floor. I scramble off the gurney, dropping onto my knees and into puddles of blood to clutch his hand.
He doesn’t respond, and I cry out, blubbering in despair. “No! Baby,no!”
I’ve just managed to grab onto him when arms wind around my stomach, forcing me off my husband. “Mrs. Scott! Stop! Doctor, I need a sedative!”
“No! Ben! No! I love you.I love you! Stay with me!” I sob, fighting the nurse with all the strength I have. I can’t breathe. I can’t see anymore. The sobs ripping through my chest threaten to tear me right through the middle, shred me into small, insignificant pieces.
“Doctor!”
“Let go of me! Please! Let go!”
