165 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 3 (2/2)

Then there was a person, walking with a plastic bag in his right hand. He could have gone shopping that evening. He knew me and I knew him.

”Patrick...” I tried calling him.

The boy looked around. He nodded left and right. He was looking for the source of the voice that was calling him. He eventually found me in the ground with a pool of blood.

”Oh my God, Lynn!!!” Patrick ran to my direction as he called an ambulance and police.

”Patrick!” I muttered. He called the ambulance and the police just a minute before I went unconscious. The last thing I remembered was you trying to close my wound with your clothes. I thought I was going to die at that moment, but God said otherwise apparently. I didn't remember much about the ride to the hospital, but I remembered his voice when he accompanied me.

Three weeks later, I woke up in a room. There was a great headache once I woke up. There was also this sharp pain on my belly. I was in a coma. The smell of disinfectant was very strong. The first thing I saw was the fan on the ceiling of that hospital.

The second thing I saw was Patrick sitting down on the chair right next to me. Patrick was looking at the window, but he definitely realized that I had woken up. The first thing he said was, ”You aren't pregnant.”

That message alone sent a sense of security for me. I felt another headache on my head and I laid down again on the bed. ”Take it slow,” Patrick said as he pressed the button that called the nurse.

A nurse opened the door immediately to check me up. She tried to calm me down, but it was unnecessary. I was too panicked to be calmed down and too confused to even know what was going on.

”Where is it? What happened? Who brought me here? Where are my parents? What the hell is going on?” I asked the nurse.

”Calm down Lynn, the nurse will explain it for you,” Patrick said.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Taking a breath was painful, it felt as if needles were punching my chest. There were stickers on my belly. There were stitches all over my body.

”Calm down, please.” The nurse looked at Lynn's heart rate which kept increasing and increasing.

”Ok, I'll try to calm myself down,” I said to myself. Everything seemed to be very surreal for me, there wasn't anyone in that room besides the nurse or Patrick. There wasn't anyone that I expected like my parents and my relatives. I didn't know why they wouldn't want to visit me.

”Lynn, please take a deep breath. You need to calm down first. You haven't heard the worst.” Patrick looked at me.

The worst? So apparently, laying down in the bed wasn't the worst thing that I had at that moment. I wondered what could be worse than laying down in the bed because of a murder attempt. I needed to know what happened. It looked like neither the nurse nor Patrick wanted to explain what was going on before I calmed myself down.

”How am I suppose to calm myself down?” I shouted as I cried.

”Ma'am, what should we do?” Patrick asked the nurse.

The nurse got out of the room. She left Patrick and Lynn alone in that room. The room became quiet again. The only thing filling the room was the sobbing noise came from Lynn.

”Hey, it's ok,” Patrick said.

”How is it ok?” I shouted to Patrick.

I just cried harder and harder. I was hopeless. Nobody even cared for what had happened to me. There wasn't anyone visiting me besides this person. I was scared. A raped person was very looked down. My reputation must have dropped down significantly. There would be nobody believes in me since I was a dirty girl.

”Relax Lynn, you were only raped and almost murdered.” Patrick tried to downgrade the situation but failed miserably as I slapped him with my right hand.

”ONLY?” I slapped him. ”How is this supposed to be ok?”

I felt sleepy again and I went unconscious. The nurse was standing right on my left, she was injecting something to my IV bag.

”Good night Lynn.” Patrick stood up from his chair and left me who was unconscious.