When secrets become known

Chapter 6

My memories stop abruptly at that point. I wasn’t awake but I also wasn’t asleep anymore either. I could start making out the conversation that was going on around me and I could tell by the tones that were being used and the words that this was more of a tense conversation than a sorrowful one. 

“-ndle it if she doesn’t wake up. You don't understand.” I could hear the voices talking but I couldn't figure out who it was.

“Well we need to be ready for the possibility of her not waking up. She lost a lot of blood when she was shot. We did the best that we could but we just have to wait and see. You knew that there was a possibility of this Rosalind.” Faintly I could hear the footsteps of Rose pacing the room. The room must not have been that big because she would take 5 steps then turn. 5 steps. Turn.

“Just leave Anton. I need to be alone.” The footsteps stopped short next to my bed and I could feel the depression of her laying her head and her arms next to me on the bed. 

“Fine but when I come back in we are going to have a talk about what to do from here if she doesn't wake up.”  He said to her in such a stern voice. He must be one of her superiors that she would tell me about when I couldn’t sleep. I never really knew who was in charge or what the rank system looked like for my protection detail because at the time it mattered very little to me. As long as Rose was the one by my side I didn't care much about the rest. If I remember correctly she didn’t really get along with him due to the fact that they could never see eye to eye on a lot of things. Including my protection detail. I could remember a ton of times when Anton had said that I should have more than just Rose watching me and that it should actually be him that was to be trusted with the power and position that Rose got.  Rose would always disagree and tell him that it made more sense to have a female this close to me because we could play it off as sisters or best friends. I had suspected that Anton was always a little jealous of Rose but I could never figure out why. It was literally just me that we were talking about. This was the first time that she had let up on that even a little. We were supposed to be shopping for new clothes for me. That type of thing seems so trivial now.

Crash!

The sound of glass breaking and shattering fills the room.

“I told you to get the f**k out of this room! So f*****g leave!” her voice trembled as she barely got out the last part of her sentence. 

The door shut softly without any verbal response. 

“Damn it Kit, come back to me. I have so many things to tell you...” she trails off and a soft sob escapes her lips. I knew this must be serious. I have never seen or heard her cry. Even when her mom passed away two years ago. She shed a couple of tears for the woman but it wasn’t the full water works that was happening right now. 

“I need to tell you how I feel. I can't be a coward anymore. I need you to wake up so that I can tell you...” The sobs wracked her body again and I can feel myself trying to get my limbs or even just my fingers to move but they don't seem to want to move. I try to make a sound but nothing comes out.  She grabs my hand like her life depends on it. I can feel the wetness from her tears on my arm as they fall. Just as I’m thinking about what I’m going to do to try and let her know that I'm still here so she doesn’t have to worry about me and I fell into the inky blackness of unconsciousness.