Page 122 of Set the Moment
“Let him go! That’s his soulmate right there!” she shouts, her voice vengeful as she gestures wildly at the woman on the bed.
Soulmate.
Sienna’s more than a soulmate to me. She’s my entire existence, my soul. We don’t share pieces of ourselves with one another, weowneach other. She has my soul, and I hers.
“Sienna…” I call out, my voice scratchy as I twist from the guard’s grip.
There’s so many people around her, so many machines and sounds buzzing about.
“Sienna!” I say again, my voice louder as I full on thrash out of the man's grip.
“Hold him back!” someone shouts, butfuck that.
“Sienna, wake up!” I scream, my voice breaking, my soul aching as it feels the impact of her loss.
The room goes silent, or so that’s how I think it is. No one talks, no one moves. We just stare at the unmoving woman on the bed. I choke on a sob, my body breaking down, heart shattering at the sight of her.
There’s bruises on her body from where they’d stuck her, her skin…it’s marred with red and purple welts. Tiny rashes decorate her arms and collar.
“Oh, baby…” I gasp, sucking in a deep breath as realization dawns on me.
“Strawberries—she’s fucking allergic to them. Who gave her strawberries?!” I shout, my vision blurry as water falls from somewhere.
Rushing to her side, I look up at the sky and pray that God would show mercy on her. She has so much life to live, so much hope.
We hadn’t even finished the list yet.
The list would never get finished, and she won’t be able to graduate. It’s all she’s wanted.
“W…Wake up. Please, angel, just wake up. I need you. I need you so,sobad. Angel, don’t do this to me, don’t leave like this. I’d rather you run than this. Run away from me, but don’t ever leave me,” I sob, crying as I slide into the bed next to her, careful of my arm.
We had forever to go…It’d only been five months, but we still had forever to go. A lifetime with Sienna Jones is too short, I need eternity. I need forever. This moment with her cannot be our last.
My breath catches as my thoughts spiral, a life without her is a life I’ve never lived before.
“W…Why are you wet? Wh…Where are–” a scratchy voice, almost unrecognizable mumbles.
My heart starts to beat again as confused, golden eyes peer up at me.
“Sienna,” I breathe her name, my prayers answered.
“Where am I? Why do I feel like—Jace? What happened? Why are we here? Are you okay?” Her voice rises as panic seizes her. I cup her face with my uninjured hand and press my forehead to hers.
“You do not ever get to do that to me again.”
“Do what—” she tries, eyes searching mine for answers, but I don’t give her any. Instead, I turn to the group of doctors in the room and Georgia.
“I want her moved to Johns Hopkins VIP suite. Airlift her—do whatever the fuck you need to do, but she needs to be there within the next thirty minutes. Georgia, call my mom and tell her what happened to Sienna.Call Coach, too, he’d want to know, and for the love of all things purple, someone get me a fucking cast.”
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Sienna
“Areyousureyou’reokay?” I ask for the millionth time as Jace sighs, his chest rising and falling slowly as he tries to get some sleep.
“Angel, I was fine six minutes ago when you last asked,” Jace says quietly, holding me tighter with his left arm.
I eye the lavender cast on his right wrist and frown.
