unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 4

A/N: Not Edited.

Chapter 4 – Chelsea POV (Three days after the shooting)

“Chelsea is my main concern right now…”

“If she isn’t hopeful or doesn’t have the will to live she won’t survive a shift…” the voices tune out again.

‘beep’

‘beep’

‘beep’

Minus that annoying beep, I was in a quiet room or area, it smelt heavily of Gabriel, antiseptic and myself. My eyes still closed, my body felt stiff, weighed down and much too drowsy, even twitching a finger felt like a marathon, much less opening said eyes. I tired to listen instead and focused on heartbeats, and I could make out three distinct ones.

“Momma waking up?” a tiny sweet voice chirped, Ava. Sensations were returning, which was how I knew they were missing in the first place. Hands were on me, two bigger ones and then one tiny.

“Chelsea? Sweetheart, can you hear us? It’s me… you’re okay-” the worry in Gabriel’s voice… I didn’t like it so I tried to squeeze my hand around the one causing tingles to shoot up my arms. “Ohhhh,” the relief evident, “there’s my girl,” Gabriel said with a smile I’m sure, but I couldn’t see it. Why couldn’t I see it? I thought frustratingly.

I rolled my eyes behind my lids, wanting to reach up to touch my face but I had no energy to do so either. I let out a whimpering sound, nothing understandable to my own ears, but the effort to do that wasn’t there at all, nor could I seem to control my lips. It was like I had no control over my body, “Hold on, there’s tape on your lids, Jack put them there so everything would heal correctly,” Gabriel said letting go of my hand but I felt his calloused hands run softly against my cheek, pulling my lids while removing the tape. The action making me move my head, but I instantly regretting doing that.

The second Gabriel removed them, I was trying again to open my eyes but they felt heavy still, but I wanted to see him, so bad it was some sort of primal need, desperate and imperative. I couldn’t remember why though? Where was I specifically? And that desperation alone gave me strength to open them, but the image was blurry which was nothing like I was used too, too dull and doubled. The effort it was taking to do that – to see them wasn’t enough, but I had to close my eyes because it was making me nauseous. My stomach rolled, my mouth filled with saliva.

Aria? Avena?

I waited for a reply, it didn’t come but I wasn’t worried, I could feel them, just below the surface but I couldn’t hold onto the point keeping me up.

“Shhh… just rest love,” I heard from a far, “Ava sleep with momma.”

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(November 27th 2014 – Three days and seven hours after the shooting)

Something, someone curled up against my right side, holding my stomach tightly. Listening, I heard five heartbeats, no other sounds around me but that and the beeping; inhaling, I caught different scents, chocolate, lavender, charcoal, sweet pea, cinnamon, mint and antiseptic. I know the owners of each scent – Jamie, Casey, Wolf, Ava and Gabriel – without opening my eyes.