Week 161 – Waking up
Waking up wasn’t a one step process.
Mackenzie slowly became aware of the fact that she was floating.
No not floating.
She was being carried.
Cradled gently in someone’s arms.
There was cold air on her skin.
On parts of her skin that shouldn’t be exposed to the air.
Was she with a boyfriend?
No that couldn’t be right, she hadn’t been with anyone since she had kicked her cheating ex to the curb.
It was dark.
Then suddenly light shone on the other side of her closed eyelids.
There were voices.
A lot of them and they were all talking too quickly for her to make out any of the words.
The arms that held her set her down on something soft and immediately panic coursed through her.
She didn’t know why, and she didn’t know who had been holding her, all she knew was that she didn’t want that person to leave.
Her eyes snapped open and the sudden movement combined with the too bright light made her moan.
Immediately concerned green eyes looked down at her.
She knew those eyes.
They belonged to Jax, Tayla’s ex-turned-current boyfriend Dean’s partner.
What was he doing here?
And where was here?
Her memory was all fuzzy and she had no idea what was going on.
“Its okay, Mackenzie,” Jax soothed, reaching for her hand, but it was clear both by the tone of his voice and the look on his face that things were far from okay.
“W-what h-happened?” she asked, surprised to find her voice croaky. “Wh-where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital,” Jax replied, and she realised that she was indeed on a gurney being wheeled through the emergency room as a doctor and a couple of nurses buzzed around her.
That answered one of her questions but it didn’t tell her why she was here. It felt like Jax was trying to keep something from her but why would he do that? Had something else happened to Tayla and Dean?
“W-why am I h-here?” she asked, trying to make her voice strong but it was hard because she was shaking and her head felt like it wanted to explode.
“You hit your head,” Jax answered vaguely, his fingertips lightly touching her forehead.
“An a-accident?” she asked.
“No, sweetheart, not an accident.” His devastated green eyes were full of guilt and she had to wonder why? They’d spent lots of time together the last week or so, and although neither of them had acted on it she knew he had felt the same energy bubbling between them that she had. So what would he have to feel guilty about?
“Jax,” she pleaded, needing to quell the anxiety that was making her feel like she might throw up at any second.
Jax sighed. “Someone attacked you, I found you unconscious, I don’t know how long he was with you before I came along but you were half naked so we’ll have to do a rape kit.”
She gasped, shook her head in a frantic denial, and then plunged back into the oblivion of unconsciousness where she was safe.