Indestructible Desire
By:
Danielle Jamie
Edited By:
Kayla Robichaux AKA Kayla the Bibliophile
ISBN 9781301479078
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Copy Right 2013 Danielle Jamie
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SEQUEL WARNING: STOP BEFORE CONTINUING READING! This is Book 3 to my Savannah Trilogy. If you’ve not read Irresistible Desire OR Inescapable Desire…stop and read before continuing with Indestructible Desire.
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Dream as if you’ll live forever
Live as if you’ll die tomorrow
Prologue
Kayden
Pulling into the ER parking lot I quickly park my truck, and sprint through the doors of the hospital. I think I broke every speed limit getting here, but I don’t give a flyin’ fuck. I need to know how Savannah is. Not going in the ambulance with her almost killed me. I probably look like a mess right now. I’ve run my hands through my hair so many times during my drive here. My entire body is numb; I feel like I’m on autopilot. I won’t feel like me again until I know Savannah is safe, and Zak is caught.
Raking my fingers through my hair for what has to be the hundredth time in the last hour, I approach the woman sitting behind the counter. “I need Savannah Livingston’s room number!” I say breathlessly. My heart is beating harshly against my chest. My lungs burning from running through the parking lot like a bat outta hell.
Slamming my hands onto the counter, I grip the edges. Trying everything I can to hold myself together. I have to stay strong for Savannah. The thought of Zak still being out there scares the living shit out of me. I won’t be able to rest until I know he’s been caught. I can relax a little now that the cops are doing everything they can to catch him. All I care about right now is getting to Savannah, and making sure she’s okay. I almost died right there in her car when I couldn’t find a pulse. It shredded me seeing her all bloody and lifeless.
Looking up at me from her computer she asks, “Are you family? We can only give personal information to family members.” She says arrogantly. I’m two seconds away from jumping over the fuckin’ counter and pounding on the damn computer keys myself and finding out where the hell she is.
Taking a deep breath, I try to keep myself as calm as I can possibly be, considering everything that’s happening. “Listen, woman. I don’t give a rat’s ass about the policy right now. The love of my life is back there in God knows what kind of condition. Her parents aren’t here and I’m all she’s got. They’ll tell you when they get here, but right now I need to see her.”
Standing from her chair, she glances at me, momentarily batting her long fake eyelashes. Giving me a sympathetic smile, she walks through the double doors leading to the ER rooms. I rest my elbows on the counter and bury my face in my hands. I feel like I’m trapped in a bad nightmare, and want to scream at myself to wake up so I can see that none of this is really happening. I will roll over and find Savannah sleeping peacefully in our bed beside me.
A few moments later she comes back through the hospital doors with a police officer right beside her. I recognize him as one of the men that was with the Detectives at the accident.
He walks up to me and extends his hand out, “Good evening, Mr. Knox. Miss Olsen came and let me know what was goin’ on. I’m Officer Mason. I informed her that what you told her is in fact true. So I’ll escort you to Savannah Livingston’s room right now. She isn’t in there because she’s being prepped for surgery. I will let you talk to the charge nurse and get all the details on her condition.”
Releasing his hand, I slide mine into my jeans pockets. “Thank you, I appreciate the help.” My entire body is shaking from the adrenalin coursing through it. My stomach feels as if I’ve been stuck out on choppy water in the middle of the ocean for days. My nerves are shot. Not being right there beside Savannah right now is killing me.
“Her parents are still on their way here. I‘m all she has right now.” With long quick strides we walked through the double doors and down a long corridor. I hate not knowing how she is. If she’s okay, or what the extent of her injuries are. The not knowing is what is hurting me the most.
I love her way too much to lose her. We’ve only just begun our journey together. After what feels like forever, we finally stop in front of room 112. “You can sit in here. I'll let the charge nurse know you have permission to be back here. She'll likely be able to answer most of your questions. We have myself and another officer guarding her room. Officer Gordon is in the O.R. with her right now.”
Sitting down in one of the chairs by the hospital bed, I take in everything he’s saying but my head seems like it’s in a fog. “Thanks. I hope they catch Zak sooner rather than later, so I can focus on carin’ for Savannah instead of stressing’ over if he’s gonna show up and try to hurt her again.”
“I imagine we’ll catch him very soon. He’s suffered injuries from the crash. He’s on foot, and there are police officers and detectives searching everywhere. The entire area is closed off with road blocks.”
After Officer Mason went to find the ER nurse, I decided to flick through a magazine and try to distract myself. Two magazines later a nurse finally walked into Savannah’s hospital room. “Hi, Mr. Knox. I’m Kathy, the evening nurse here in the E.R., the doctor is in surgery right now with Savannah. He’ll be down to talk about everythin’ once she’s out of surgery.”
Setting the magazine down, I stand up, and wipe my damp palms on my jeans. My nerves are getting the best of me. The worst case scenarios have been running through my head the last fifteen minutes. “The EMT’s at the crash site mentioned potential swelling of the brain?”
“Yes. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, so when the car flipped she received a lot of injuries, one of them being the swelling. She’s in surgery now so they can relieve the pressure on her brain. They also believe she has some bruised or fractured ribs and a sprained or broken wrist. We won’t know for sure until after she comes out of surgery and the doctors can do some X-rays.”
“Was she still unconscious when she went into surgery? When the EMT’s were checking her over she wasn’t responsive before they put her in the ambulance.”
Looking down at the clip board she had removed from Savannah’s door, she lets out a sigh. Instantly making the knot in the pit of my stomach tighten. “It says here she was unconscious and non-responsive when she arrived in the E.R., and was still when they rushed her into surgery. Her brain is just trying to heal. To do so it sometimes has to shut its
elf off in order to repair itself. She will more than likely wake up within the next few hours to maybe a few days. It’s hard to tell with brain injuries.”
I’m thankful I finally know what’s going on, but now I wonder was I better off being in the dark? I’m dizzy from everything buzzing around in my head. What will I do if she doesn’t wake up? If she does, what if she wakes up not the same Savannah she was before her accident? Zak better pray the cops catch him and not me. If I do, he won’t be going to jail. He’ll be in the ground right beside Jacob.
***
Savannah’s surgery lasted for several hours, and then after her surgery they had to do Cat scans, MRIs, and X-rays. It’s now two in the morning and I’m on my fifth cup of vending machine coffee, if you can even call it that. Good news is she only has a few bruised ribs, and a sprained wrist. Only thing they are concerned about is the swelling, but she’s been out of surgery for over an hour, and already showing improvements. Her vitals are getting stronger, but she’s still not awake. They're telling me to just keep talking to her. They said they’ve talked to enough patients to know that most of the time they hear us.
So now I’m layin’ beside her in the hospital bed. The nurse tried to tell me I couldn’t and there’s a bed that pops out of the chair, but she quickly figured out that was an argument she wasn’t gonna win.
Laying in the bed all hooked up to I.V.’s and breathing tubes in her nose, she looks so tiny and fragile. Far from the wild and free spirited Savannah I know. Her head is covered in a bandage because of the small incision they had to do to relieve the pressure on her brain. It pains me to see her like this. The guilt is eating away at me. I should have been more cautious. I knew a target would be put on her the moment we went public with our relationship. I was too caught up in our swift love affair that half the time I can’t even think straight.
Taking her uninjured right hand into mine, I hold it up to my mouth, fluttering gentle kisses on it. Her hand feels lifeless in mine. I would give anything to feel her sweet little hand squeeze mine. Leaning down I kiss her pink plump lips. Lingering against them momentarily. It kills me to not feel her mouth press back against mine. The tears I’ve been holding in since the moment I began the drive to the E.R., are slowly beginning to escape my eyes. One by one, they fall, dripping onto Savannah’s cheeks and slowly tickling down her face, making it look like she, too, is crying right along with me.
“I love you, baby. Please wake up. I need to see those gorgeous baby blues twinkling back up at me.” I whisper, trying to will her back to me. Gently, trying not to hurt my precious angel, I stroke her long golden curls. She always says she loves it when I play with her hair. It’s another of the many things we have in common. I swear Savannah’s fingers are magical. If I’m having a bad day or just stressed out over work, we lay down together on the couch. I lay between her legs, while she gently runs her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, and at the same time easing all my stress away.
I would give anything to trade places with her right now. She’s been through so much these last few months. She’s been so amazing and strong, not letting any of it get her down. My sweet Savannah always finds a reason to smile, even when she has every reason to cry. It’s one of the many things about her that I love. She’s a ray of light that has found a way inside my dark and lonely heart.
***
Chapter One
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Savannah, Two days later
My entire body aches. Every time I breathe it feels as if someone is smashing me in the ribs with a baseball bat. I want to cry out for help but can’t get my mouth to form any words. Opening my eyes, I try to look around at my surroundings. I don’t know where I am; my brain feels like it’s been put through a blender. I try to remember what I was doing before I fell asleep, but everything is fuzzy. I see flashes, bits and pieces of things I think I remember. Or maybe they are memories from dreams I’ve been having?
The annoying beeping sound coming from beside me, it’s so loud. Every time it beeps, it feels as if my skull is splitting open. I’ve never in my entire life experienced a headache as bad as the one I am feeling right now. It’s dark, so it has to be night time. As my eyes begin to focus I take in the sight of a television mounted on the wall. White walls, with a few oil like paintings of the ocean. Gazing down at myself, I notice I’m lying in a hospital bed covered with a light blue blanket.
I instantly notice my hands. There's a heart monitor attached to my pointer finger of my right hand, and my left has a wrist brace on it. Why am I in the hospital? Why do I feel like I’ve been run over by a Mac truck? Licking my lips, I try desperately to moisten my mouth. It feels like the Sahara desert in my freakin’ mouth right now. I try my best to turn my head without making my head pound more than it already is. Instantly, I spot my mother asleep in a blue chair beside my bed.
“Mom…” It comes out so low; even I can barely hear myself. I instantly have the urge to cough. After doing so I wish I hadn’t; as I cough my head and ribs hurt so bad that tears begin to prick the corners of my eyes.
“Oh my God! Savannah!” My mother yells, jumping from her chair. Hearing my coughing fit woke her, thank God. Maybe now I can get something to drink. “Honey, you’re awake! How are you feeling?”
“Thirsty…sore…” Is all I can manage to say. She immediately goes to the tray beside my bed and pours me a glass of water and gently resting the straw against my lips.
“Sip it nice and slow, sweetie.” She says as she rubs my arms affectionately. I am so happy I’m not alone. Being in here is freaking me out, seeing my mother is helping me relax a little. I manage to take a few sips before my stomach starts to feel queasy.
Licking my lips again and swallowing a few times, my mouth is starting to feel normal again. Before I can ask my mother what happened, she’s turning and running out the door. I lay here staring at GAC on the television, trying so hard to make my brain work. I remember kissing Kayden goodbye because he had to go into work, then Jacob and Zak coming over for their farewell dinner.
This was all December 30 But the television is saying Top 100 Songs of 2012? What the hell is today? Did I sleep through New Years Eve? We were supposed to go to Braxton and Mya’s house the next day for their annual New Years Party. I don’t even remember leaving my house, so how did I end up in the hospital? Feeling defeated, I decide to give my frazzled mind a break.
My mother pops back into the room with a nurse wearing scrubs armed with a stethoscope, and a doctor right beside her. She’s wearing dress slacks, heels, and a long sleeve satin blouse. Only thing helping me know she’s a doctor is the white doctors’ coat she’s wearing over her outfit.
“Hi Savannah, I’m Doctor Willow. How’s your pain on a scale from one to ten?” she asks as she stops besides my bed holding a clip board in her hand. She looks over the machines beeping beside me. She is writing things down and every so often smiling down at me. She looks to be in her later fifties.
“About a five maybe, I feel okay just laying here. I have a dull pain in my head and chest. But if I try to move and cough it’s like an eight.”
“Ok, well I’ll have the nurse adjust your I.V. increasing your pain medicine a little more. Its normal with your injuries to still feel some pain, but we will try our best to make you as comfortable as possible.”
“Thank you, why does my body hurt so badly? I keep trying to remember what I possibly could have done, but I can’t really remember much of anything. It’s all a blur in my mind.”
Sitting down beside me on the bed my mother takes my injured hand into hers, smiling at me, trying to hide the fact that she’s a mess. I can tell she’s been crying. Her face is puffy and red, and her eyes are all bloodshot.
Dr. Willow flicks through the papers on her clipboard and then turns her attention back down to me. “Well you just woke up, and so that is normal. It could take a few hours up to a few days for all your memory to return. You’ve been sleeping for almost three days now. You’re
brain has gone through a traumatic experience and is trying to process that and heal all at the same time. You were involved in a car accident the evening of December 30th; it’s now January 1st. You had some swelling of the brain from hitting your head during the accident. We had to cut into your skull to release the pressure. This is why your head is hurting like it is right now.”
“A car accident?” Reaching up with my right hand I gently touch my head, feeling the gauze on it. “Was I with Kayden? Is he okay?” I am instantly overtaken by panic. If he was fine, he would be in here beside me right now.
Patting my arm, my mom speaks before the doctor can, “Savannah, sweetie…Kayden is fine. He’s gone home to shower and get a change of clothes. He wasn’t in the car with you.” As she is talking to me, I can hear her voice becoming shaky. She pinches the bridge of her nose to try and calm herself down. I know my mother better than anyone and when she does that, she is very close to losing it.
Laying back against my pillows, I watch my mother try to stay strong. It’s tearing me up inside seeing her like this. Tears that have been resting in the corner of my eyes slowly begin to escape and zigzag down my temples. I am so grateful that Kayden is fine, but now this leaves me with even more questions. “If I wasn’t with Kayden, then who was I with?”
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