Toxic (Ruin, #2)(27)

“Gabe.” Martha tapped him on the shoulder. “Do you have a minute?”
“Sure.” I looked at Princess. “Be right back. Be good, okay? No more stealing or talking to pirates.” I sent a smirk in Saylor’s direction. “Or sailors.”
“Ahoy Matey.”
Yeah, that was probably going to be her new favorite phrase for the next month. Thanks for that, Saylor.
I followed Martha to her office.
I knew the news was bad when she refused to make eye contact.
“What is it this time?”
Martha opened up her folder. “The good news is, we caught the lung infection in time, but she’ll most likely need to go on oxygen.”
“Shit.” I hung my head in my hands. “She’s too frail. Her body can’t handle infection after infection.” Pneumonia meant that whatever was caught in her lungs wouldn’t be able to get out. Normal people hacked until the crap left their bodies. Princess would just choke on it until it killed her. Paralysis made pneumonia even more deadly than it already was.
“Gabe…” Martha licked her lips and leaned forward. “You’re the only family that cares, really the only family she has. Maybe if you talk to her, she’ll take the oxygen without us having to sedate her.”
“Sedating her could kill her.”
“Not if she’s on oxygen.”
The only sound I could hear was the clock on the wall ticking. Seconds went by, minutes.
I hated time. I hated that I was responsible for her and that I never felt like I knew what I was doing.
“Pneumonia is treatable, Gabe. She’ll be fine.” Martha closed the folder.
“Can I have a minute?”
“Sure.” She scooted her chair away from the desk and left the office, the door clicking closed behind her.
Just me and the clock.
And more decisions.
Decisions I wasn’t in the right mind to make.
“Don’t!” Mrs. Unifelt screamed. “Don’t let her die!”
I grabbed her arms and tried to pull her away from the hospital bed as the doctor rushed to Kimmy’s side.
“Get her out of here!” He pointed at me. Mrs. Unifelt was strong, and at eighteen I still hadn’t packed on enough muscle to pry her body away from her daughter. She was fierce that way, like a mother cub protecting her young.
“You have to do what you can!” Mrs. Unifelt yelled again. “Please!” Tears streamed down her face and landed on my arms. Her tears were warm as they slid down my skin, but I was cold, shivering, dying right along with Kimmy.
I knew it was for the best. Kimmy wouldn’t want to live that way, trapped inside her own body, a vegetable. We’d never talked about it, but I couldn’t imagine her wanting to live, yet never actually being free. To never run again, never have kids, never be normal again.
“We’ll try,” the doctor finally said. “But you have to leave.”
Hours later, they let us see her.
I wasn’t prepared for her to look so normal.
She looked like my Kimmy, though her face was still bruised, her jaw locked shut.
“Talk to her,” the nurse said. “She can hear your voice.”
“Kimmy?” I whispered. “It’s Parker… I love you, Kimmy.”
Her eyelids moved and then flickered open. She looked horror-stricken, like she’d been to hell and back.
Her blood pressure skyrocketed as the heart monitor beeped.
“No.” she mouthed. “No, no!” Her head moved back and forth.
And then the seizure hit.
The next time she opened her eyes, they were empty.
The girl I loved was gone.
I slowly made my way back into the rec room. Most of the patients were watching a movie.
Not Princess.
She was positioned right next to the window, and it was open.
“Shit!” I ran across the room and pulled the window closed. “What the hell were you thinking?”
Saylor blinked innocently. “She said she missed the outside.”
“Are you stupid?” I roared. “She can’t go outside! If she goes outside she could die!”
“But—”
“Just go away. You’ve done enough.”
“Gabe, I—”
“Go!” I yelled so loud my throat hurt.
Saylor took a step back, then two, then turned for the door and ran.
“You shouldn’t yell, Parker,” Princess said in a quiet voice.
“Yeah, well… she shouldn’t make me yell.”
Princess’s face lit up. “The air feels nice.”
“About that…” Here went nothing. “They’re going to have to put some air inside you. You’d like that, right? Since you miss outside so much?”
Her face pinched. “Will it hurt?”
“Nah, it will feel like a kiss.”
“I miss your kiss.” Her voice sounded almost normal, like if I closed my eyes it would all be some crazy nightmare and she’d be whole again. In my arms, I’d kiss her lips, I’d tell her I loved her, we’d laugh, make love, and everything would be fine.
“Parker.” The high pitched voice was back. “Open your eyes, silly. No sleeping.”
“Right.” My voice wavered. “No sleeping.”
Truth? It had been four years since I’d slept peacefully. Four years since I could look at myself in the mirror and not feel hate.
Now? I didn’t even bother looking. Not unless I had to. I knew what my reflection looked like. Pain. Sorrow. Guilt. But worst of all? Fake. My reflection was fake.
I wheeled Princess back to her room and dialed Wes’s number.