stretcher.
I was taken off the stretcher and placed onto a hospital bed in a small room. I thought that was an awful idea. If my neck was broken or something, this could have worsened my injury. Then, they actually removed the neck brace, which sent me into a panic.
I used all of the energy inside of me to tap on the arm of the doctor who was overseeing the maneuverings. Her deep blue eyes stared down into my pupils. “Yes, honey. What’s wrong?”
“I’m afraid that my neck might be broken and you all just removed the neck brace,” I whispered.
“If I thought that there was any chance of your neck being broken, I would have never removed it,” she assured. “You’ll be sent to get x-rays to make sure nothing is broken.”
“Okay,” I whispered. She walked away and closed the door to the room.
I was in pain just lying still. A young blonde-haired nurse came in. “Miss Alexander, I need to ask you a few questions before we send the x-ray technician in,” she announced in a squeaky tone.
“That’s fine,” I strained to respond.
“Does your neck hurt or just your back?” She stood over me with an ink pen and clipboard.
“My neck and my back. It feels like something is torn up inside of me.”
“Don't worry, we're going to take care of you.” Her kind voice was comforting, but I was still in so much pain.
The Results
Molaysia
Thank God the x-rays came back negative. I did not have any broken bones, but I had suffered a slight concussion. My whole body was sore. I was given medication for pain and remained in the hospital overnight for observation.
The next morning before I was released, the doctor came into my room to give me a prescription for pain pills. He urged me to get plenty of rest. “You must allow your body plenty of time for rest and recovery,” he expounded in his thick Nigerian accent.
The doctor wished me well and left. A nurse came in and informed me that a family member was there to pick me up. I nodded ok and teared up, expecting Leesha to come bounding through the door all worried and upset.
I heard the door screech back open and a face appeared that I did not care to see. “Baby, are you okay?” asked Blunt, rushing to my bedside. The very sight of him made me want to puke all over myself.
Shivering, I replied, “How did you know I was here?”
He reminded me that his name was listed on the card that I carried in my purse as the contact in case of an emergency.
The nurse came back in with a wheelchair. I tried with all of my strength to stand, but it was impossible. Blunt stepped over to me. He lifted my arms and placed them around his neck. Gently, he lifted me and sat me down in the wheelchair.
“Oh, God. I’m hurting,” I groaned.
“It's okay, sweetheart. I'm here now.“
I tried to tilt my head up to look into his face, searching for the answer to the question in my head. If he had murdered Rocco, I believed there would be a sign of guilt in his eyes.
“Oww!” I winced. It hurt too bad to tilt my head back.
The nurse grabbed my belongings and pushed me out into the waiting area.
“I’m ‘bout to move the car up front, and I’ll come back and get you,” said Blunt. He placed a kiss on the top of my head, and then went off to get the car.
Instinct told me to beg the nurse not to let him take me away from there, but I began doubting the conclusions that I had hurriedly jumped to. Rocco had once been in the streets, and maybe he had other enemies. Blunt showed no signs of guilt; I had to be wrong.
A hospital orderly wheeled me outside, and he and Blunt helped me inside Blunt's car. Blunt closed the door for me and sprinted over to the driver’s side. I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes.
“Where is my cell phone? I need to call Leesha,” I said.
“You can call her when you get home. Just relax and stop trying to talk. It's obvious you're in pain, baby girl,” Blunt remarked sensibly. But nothing made any sense anymore.
I didn't utter another word to Blunt until we arrived at my house, and he helped me inside. I had studied him every mile that we traveled back home. Once I was