As I watch the screen, my eyes grow heavy, and I end up falling asleep. All I can think about is Cami and what she’s doing. I hope she’s okay and those men didn’t go back to the house while she was there. I wish I could remember more, but the last memory I have is Cami tripping and me catching her. Then it goes black.

Two more days go by, and the hours pass in a blur. I go between sleep and watching the news, which doesn’t help my nerves, but I can’t seem to stop.

Breakfast is delivered, and I raise my bed to an inclined position. Once I’m settled, the phone rings. I try to answer it as quickly as I can, hopeful it’s Cami, but when I do, a man speaks.

“Hello, this is Deputy Pomfrey. I’m looking for Elijah Ross.”

“This is,” I tell him.

“Oh, good. I’ve called a few times but haven’t been able to get through. There was a police report made involving you, and I’d like to take your statement so we can move forward with an investigation.”

Inhaling deeply, I try to recall exactly what happened. “Okay.”

“Just start at the beginning, if you don’t mind. Whatever you can remember,” he says.

“Alright, well. I went to the grocery store, and as I was leaving, I noticed a truck followed me home. I didn’t realize they had pulled behind me in the driveway until two men jumped out and held me and my…” I abruptly pause. What are we right now? Before I get too caught up in my thoughts, I clear my throat and call her what she is. “My girlfriend at gunpoint. Took my wallet, phone, and keys. They told us to get on the ground, and when I did, I started having an asthma attack. That’s when she came to me, and the gun went off. I don’t remember much after that,” I explain, and it hurts to relive it all over again. It’s all I’ve thought about for the past forty-eight hours, but repeating it aloud causes my anxiety to surface. I still can’t believe this happened amongst everything else.

“According to Cameron’s statement, one of them took off in your rental car while the other drove the other vehicle. We found yours totaled a few miles from the cabin. They ran it into a grouping of trees close and emptied it out before abandoning it.”

“Great. Glad I got insurance on it,” I say, shaking my head. Those two fucking idiots had to be completely tweaked out of their minds.

“Can you give me a description of them?” he asks.

“One said he had a pregnant wife and three kids. Both tall, around six feet with scruffy facial hair. Crazy eyes. They were driving a blue truck. Chevrolet. It was an older model, maybe mid-nineties.” I think harder. “And the bumper had a dent in it like it’d been in a previous accident.” It’s coming back to me in pieces. I remembered seeing the truck in my rearview mirror as I pulled out of the parking lot, but little did I know they were following to rob and fucking shoot me.

“Any other details or information you can think of?” the officer asks.

“No, I don’t think so. That’s about it,” I tell him.

“Great. If you remember anything else, I left my number with the nurse. I’ll call you if we find them.”

“It might be a while before I get a replacement phone, but I’ll give you my number anyway,” I tell him, then give it to him.

After the conversation is over, I set the phone down and get resettled in bed. Moments later, the door opens, and Dr. Jenner walks in.

“How are you feeling today?” he asks.

“Better. Still in pain, but mostly okay.”

“Good to hear. Your stats are looking great, PT said the mobility in your shoulder was already improving, which is fantastic. I’ll put in the order for your release papers so you can be discharged this afternoon.”

For the first time since I got here, I smile wide. “Great. That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

“Figured you’d be happy to hear that,” Dr. Jenner says, then explains he’ll be prescribing me pain meds and some other antibiotics to take home. I thank him once again before he leaves.

When Patricia enters, she looks exhausted, and I tease her, asking if she ran a few marathons today.

“Feels like it,” she says with a light chuckle. “I hear you’re getting discharged today. I bet you’re ready to go home.” Though I can’t see her mouth, I can tell she’s smiling by how her eyes crinkle at the edges.

I nod. “I definitely am.” I miss Cami like fucking crazy. We still haven’t talked, and I’m eager as hell to get back to her. “Quick question. Are there any pharmacies close by?”

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