His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) SAKINA HUSSAIN (short novels in english .TXT) 📖

room, getting louder and louder. I charge towards her, the realisation finally hitting me that she's awake. She groans when I fling my arms around her, squeezing her tightly.

"Muffin?" I question, inhaling her scent.

"Yes? Ouch, that hurts," she croaks out and I immediately let go of her, pulling back. The grin on my face begins to make my cheeks ache. I cup her face, stroking my thumb against the soft skin. A small smile stretches on her lips as her eyelids flutter closed.

"Am I really awake?" I chuckle, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. She pulls back slowly, her eyebrows creasing with sudden confusion.

"Where am I?" She asks, looking around the room. Her eyes appear panicked and her voice cracks in fear. I watch sadly as her eyes widen in fear and she pulls back the covers, revealing the plaster dressing over her wound. I look away, my eyes filling with guilt as I know she now has to remember everything that happened.

Jones, the kidnapping, being shot. . .

Her eyes widen and she begins breathing erratically, her chest rising heavily up and down.

"Emily, it's okay. You're okay!" I tell her, taking hold of her shoulders gently. I force her to look at me but her eyes dart around the room and she starts screaming hysterically.

"He's going to kill me! Help me!" She whimpers, her whole body shaking with fright. I stand back, feeling frozen to the spot. I don't know what to do as I watch her become hysterical.

The door swung open and two nurses run in, pushing me aside. Emily screams and lashes out, her arms flying everywhere. I notice the nurses take out a syringe and I stand back helplessly, watching as they pin her down and sedate her.

"You don't need to do that!" I protest, reaching up to tug at my hair. My eyes widen as I watch them, unable to tear my eyes off her. Emily continues to scream repeatedly that Jones is going to kill her.

Every time I heard her broken words, my heart shatters into a million tiny pieces from the fear in her voice. The nurses lie her back down gently onto the bed as her body becomes heavy from the drugs. She starts to slur her words and her eyes grow heavier by the second.

"Jake, help me!" She whispers frantically, her arm reaching out towards me before she finally gives in to the sedative and closes her eyes. I breathe heavily, trying to calm myself down from the scene that just unfolded in front of me. My body is frozen in place and a nurse guides me back to the chair, pushing my shoulders down to get me to sit.

"It's normal behaviour, gunshot victims usually do this. It's a sign of post traumatic stress. It'll get better as time goes on."

I nod, feeling completely numb. Her eyes held so much fear, so much pain. I reach out for her hand and hold it gently, watching her chest rise and fall steadily as she sleeps. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. It does nothing to control the chaos going on inside my brain.

Her words continue to play on a loop inside my mind, her voice breaking with fear —

"Jake, help me."

 

Chapter Forty - Forgiveness.

Emily's POV

I open my eyes slowly and feel grateful for the darkness that welcomes me. I'm not ready for any bright lights just yet. My body screams out in pain and I groan quietly, shifting out of the position I'm in. I pull back the covers and glance back down at the ugly white plaster on my stomach.

Bile rises to the back of my throat as the images come flashing back to me . . . the gunshot, Jake's screams and then darkness.

Complete darkness.

It makes sense that I was in a hospital room. The smell is clear in the air and I'm hooked up to several different machines. The steady beeps and my breathing are the only sounds in the dark room. DC Jones face flashes through my mind and I immediately begin to shake, my hands trembling in fear.

Calm down Emily, you're safe now.

Am I safe? Is DC Jones locked up? Did Jake kill him? Where is Jake?

I look around the room and notice get well soon cards perched neatly on my bedside table. There's also a jug of water with an empty glass that I'm extreme grateful for considering my throat feels like sandpaper. I sit up slowly, careful not to put too much pressure on my lower stomach.

I can't believe I've actually been shot.

It hurts like an absolute bitch. I grit my teeth as pain instantly flares up and pant from the effort of finally being able to sit up. My arm stretches out for the jug and I pour myself a glass of water, spilling a little from the nervous shake in my arms. The instant it touches my lips, it feels heavenly. I chug it down quickly, feeling like I'd been dehydrated for years.

How long was I out for?

I set the glass back down and notice Jake's jacket in the chair next to me, he must not be too far. I sigh and look around for my phone with no luck.

I guess I'll have to wait.

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Jake's POV -

I turn around and walk back through the hospital doors making my way through the route I've now memorised. I push open the door leading to the private rooms and head for number 52, the one Emily is in.

She was still asleep when I left her but the nurse told me she'd be waking up soon. I don't want her to wake up alone but on the other hand I don't know how to react when she does wake up. She looked terrified before, her eyes wide and her body trembling. I curse myself for standing