A/N: My apologies for not updating for a while. Something happened and I was little caught up in it. And I just got a puppy so sleep is something I rarely find let alone time for anything else but I will go back to updating every 2 or 3 days from now on hopefully. Fingers crossed.
Happy reading!
Delta's POV:
Surely I'm seeing things. There was so much blood. He didn't have a pulse. It can't be Ben. Â Yet here he was lying on the bed in front of me. With so many machines plugged to him.
I walk right back out of the room. I felt so dizzy, I heard a nurse call out to ask if I was okay.
I nod, "I just need some fresh air. Can you change the IV bag?" I don't wait for his response and hand him the bag. I start walking away. How is that possible. How is he here? I need to check his details.
I open the details of the patient in room 40 on the computer. He was admitted the night that he supposedly died. Ben was said to be in a coma right now. His name though was recorded as John Doe.
Why? I need to check who his is next to kin contact. My hands start to curl up into a fist.
Next of Kin:Â Johnathan Brown.
Contact Number: +614********
I haven't felt this angry since I dealt with Kate Willis. He didn't think I needed to know this? Even when I blamed myself for his death?
Now it makes sense why he was being weird, he didn't want me finding out about Ben.
He better have a damn good explanation for this.
I text him to come pick me up.
The ride back was tense to say the least. Not a word was uttered the whole way back.
I'm not sure if I want to hear the explanation he's going to give me. I know it has to be a reasonable one. I mean there is a reason I trust him and his judgement so much. To be honest though I don't want to hear the explanation, I just want to be mad. I haven't been able to get angry and Johnathan might have to endure my burst of anger.
He stops the car and we just sit there in silence. He better start speaking soon.
"You know." He didn't pose that as a question it was more a statement.
He sighs loudly.
"When I got there that night, you were just staring off in the distance most of the time. Since Mr. Moretti was with you I went to the paramedics. They told me that his pulse was barely there and it was get more faint by the second." He ran both his hands up and down his face. He was probably struggling remembering the night too. They were pretty close after all. Almost like a father and son relationship.
"I knew it was that stalker's doing so I told them to treat him under a different name and he was to be placed in intensive unit with only a limited people knowing. This is a police case so he is under witness protection right now." Um well what a good job they were doing. I just went in and that means anyone could have done the same.
"I know what you're thinking and I agree they didn't do a good job. He is being moved to your brother's hospital right now. People there are a lot likely to be trusted since you keep their security tight." That was true Jasmine had persuaded me; who was probably persuaded by my brother; to take on the project.
"Ben was treated at the hospital and even though they managed to stitch him up, he had lost a lot of blood when he was stabbed. The knife burst a blood vessel and it interrupted the blood flow to the brain which resulted to him being in a coma."
I knew some of the medical mumbo jumbo since I've heard Sterling mutter about these things quite often. I'm surprised I still remember considering it was a few years ago.
"Please tell me he showed some motor response." Since he's been in coma for a few days the chances of him waking up decrease and if he showed or shows motor response then his chances climb up to 15%.
This time he smiled a bit, "He did, the doctors are positive he will wake up soon. He will need a lot of rehab and support when he wakes up." I smile at him at the use of his words.
"And the reason for why I didn't tell you, the doctors up until two days ago concluded that there were only 3% chances that he could make a recovery. I didn't want you to get your hopes high. You already went through losing him once and I didn't want it to happen again." The more he speaks the more everything makes sense. I knew he'd have his reasons for keeping this but still, seeing Ben in the hospital was the last thing I expected.
"Plus your genuine reaction to losing Ben let the stalker know for sure that..he's no more. Right now Ben is the only one who might be able to tell us what he looks like and-"
"And if the stalker was somehow to find out Ben was alive, he'd try to finish the job off. That means he's still in grave danger. What are we going to do?" My breathing was starting to get to accelerate.
"Delta, calm down. Ben's going to be fine. You can't give in to the pressure and stress now. For Ben's and everyone else's sake you have to keep your head in the game." I close my eyes and focus on breathing in and out.
"That's good, just keep taking deep breaths."
After a few minutes we get inside the basement or our little den as I like to call it.
There are currently two ways of finding that stalker. One Ben wakes up which sadly is impossible to say when. Secondly the CCTV, where I haven't had a lot of luck except a few glimpses but never his face.
I'm going to sleep since today's events have been well.. expected to say the least. Though I have to say, knowing that there is a chance Ben will be okay has accelerated my determination.
I get into bed, the events for the past years just replaying in my head. I lean my head on the bed head and do something I haven't in a while. I cry.
I cry my heart out.
I cry for my childhood.
I cry for my Dad.
I cry for my Brother.
I cry for what I've become.
I let the tears flow. Feeling the warm trails going down to my neck, hoping that this somehow will provide some relief.
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After several minutes, my cries die down till I'm hiccupping. Argh my nose is blocked. I think back to the times when my nose wasn't blocked, oh how grateful I was in those times.
My phone rings. Detective Shane Warren calling; he was the deceptive assigned to well my.. case. At 3:30am?
"Detective Warren is everything alright?"
"Ms. Swanson we know what he looks like." My eyes widen. I need to know who it is. My palms were stating to sweat with anticipation.
"How?" I want to know everything. How they found him, where they found him. I've been looking for days and all I got was a glimpse.
"I'm coming to you now, it's best if we talk in person."
"Of course, I'll let you in when you get here."
"Thank you. See you soon." I lay down. Finally something good is happening. I've been waiting to see his face, I'm not really sure how I'm going to react. I've gone through this in my head several times but it's nothing compared to the real thing.
This is it. I can put an end to this soon.
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A/N:
Felt like this quote went well with this chapter.