VICTORIA'S POV
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"Hey...I know it's been days but I still haven't heard anything. Jax has been M.I.A. Well, that's what Maxwell says," Sheila huffs in annoyance. I offer the paramedics a tight smile, mouthing, sorry.
"Actually...this isn't about that," I say as the paramedic holds the phone closer, and my voice strains, throat becoming dry as I try to think of the right words. I've been attacked doesn't seem like the right words to start with.
"Then what is it about?" Sheila asks. I glance at the paramedics, and they smile at me, giving me the boost of encouragement that I so desperately need to say what had happened to me. Just readying myself to say the words has my bones already shaking with disbelief.
"I...uhm...I need you to...call Wystan for me. Tell him that I had an acciden
