Chapter 28 in Rainstorm

  • July 3, 2022, 5:15 p.m.
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The voice cooed to her. It was the most comforting, soothing voice she heard in a long time. She wanted to open her eyes in response to the voice that was speaking ever so gently to her, but the pain in her back and shoulder made her want to stay in that dark world of nothing. Finally, she chose to open her eyes and respond to the voice speaking in her ear. She turned her face toward the sound and slowly opened her eyes.

She was looking at Nurse Elizabeth.

She moaned and groaned in pain as she tried to move.

“No, no, sweetie. Don’t move. Just relax and everything will be just fine. You’re safe now.”

And then it all came back. The horrifying events that put her where she was at the moment.

“Julia! Wh-where is she?” Rain stammered nervously.

“She’s gone, honey. She can never hurt you again.”

“Wh-what happened?”

Elizabeth rubbed her forehead gently with her hand and said, “According to the woman delivering room service, you ran out of the room and she chased you with a gun and fired at you. You went down right away and she thought you were dead. That’s when she ran out of the hotel. A short while later the police found her hiding out in another hotel, but just as they were going to arrest her, she somehow figured out that they had found her, and she took off in her car. A bit of a chase ensued from there and then the doctor ended up being killed when her car hit a tree.”

“Seriously? Oh, my God,” said Rain, both saddened and relieved. “Was anyone else killed or hurt?”

“Luckily not.”

Rain grimaced in pain again. “What happened to me? Am I going to be okay?”

“Oh yes. You were very lucky, honey. The bullet grazed the top of your shoulder, but it didn’t hit anything vital. You required a few stitches and you might have a scar there, but I would definitely say that most of the damage is going to be emotional.”

Rain winced and squeezed a tear from her eyes.

Elizabeth rubbed her arm. “Don’t worry honey. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you anymore. You’re safe with me.”

“With you?”

Elizabeth nodded. “You’re coming home with me. That is if you would be willing to do so.”

Rain’s heart swelled with gratitude. Having a home to go to when she was well enough was a huge relief right there. She would have preferred for her husband’s killer to rot in jail for the rest of her life but was glad that she would never again have to worry about Doctor Linden. She also felt confident that she would never have to worry about the madwoman either. She certainly would have found her by now, and the circumstances at hand would make it even harder for her to track her down.

“Thank you so much,” Rain told the sexy nurse.

“You’re very welcome,” Elizabeth said, turning to reach for a tissue in which she dabbed Rain’s damp cheeks.

“It’s so senseless,” Rain said after a moment or two of thoughtful silence. “To die all for nothing.”

“I know, hun. You’re right. It definitely is senseless. But you survived. You’re alive and you can get through this. I’ll be here to help you any way I can.”

Rain smiled gratefully. “I owe you a hug as soon as my shoulder functions again.”

Elizabeth smiled and gave a light laugh. “Okay. I’m going to hold you to it, too.” Then she said, “I have to get back over to the psych ward, hun. I just wanted to check in on you first.”

“Thanks for thinking of me.”

Just then, Dr. Santiago and a tall, lanky Indian doctor entered the room.

“Hello, Rain,” said Dr. Santiago.

“Hello.”

“How are you feeling today?” she asked with obvious concern.

“I’ve had better days, but I’ll survive.”

“This is Doctor Rahad. He’s going to be your doctor while you’re here.”

Rain’s eyes flicked to the dark-skinned doctor. “Hello there,” she said.

He flashed a bright white smile and said, “Hello, Ms. Rudkin. Are you experiencing any pain right now?”

Rain nodded. “Yes, my shoulder feels like it’s burning.”

“Ah,” said the doctor, “that’s to be expected for the next week or so. The nurse can bring you pain medication as needed.”

“Okay, good.”

Doctor Santiago turned to her and said, “I saw you spoke to the nurse. Has she filled you in on what she has planned?”

“She said she was going to take me in.”

“Yes, but there will be some conditions.”

Rain’s body tightened with curiosity and suspicion. “We didn’t go into any details yet because she said she had to work.”

“I see,” said Dr. Santiago.

“How long will I be here?” Rain asked the doctor.

“You will more than likely be able to be moved in about a week. The most important thing with a wound like this is to make sure that you don’t encounter any infections.”

“Am I going to go straight to Elizabeth’s place from here? Or do I have to return to the psych ward even though we both all know who the real psycho was in this case?”

Doctor Santiago managed a quick, professional smile and said, “Yes, I understand this and so do the others. However, you have been through such a horrific ordeal that would be very traumatic for anyone.”

“I know that, Doctor, but I don’t see how hanging around in the hospital can change that or help me very much. I’m not suicidal or anything like that. I think I can heal just as easily out of the hospital as I can inside of it.”

“I know that, but understandably you may need people to talk to. I don’t just mean people you know or on the internet, but really experienced and trained people that are basically on-call any time and able to respond to your needs promptly.”

Rain thought a moment and then said, “Well, is there a set amount of time you want me in the psych ward?”

“No, not necessarily an exact number of days or anything like that. We will just see how the next week or two goes. It is important to take things slowly. Too many changes too fast can really hinder the healing progress.”

“I understand what you’re saying, but I don’t know that there’s necessarily anything that needs to heal. It’s most important that I never again be misfortunate enough to have to deal with such insanity again. Sometimes I do still fear the woman back east is going to find me and come after me, but she has never ignored me for this long, so I would say that she has no clue as to my whereabouts.”

“Well, that much is good to know,” said the doctor. “Okay, well I will leave you in the good hands you are in here, and I will see you at my office sometime after you are discharged.”

After Doctor Santiago left the room, Doctor Rahad let her know what to expect over the next week or two.

“You think I will regain full use of my arm and shoulder?”

“You should. It will take time and you may have a nasty scar and perhaps some achiness during the wetter weather, but you should otherwise do fine.”

“I guess it’s a good thing California has a drought going on then.”

The doctor smiled and said he would have the nurse check in on her later on.

Once Rain was alone in the room, again with no roommate, she suddenly felt more than just alone. She felt isolated. Insecure. Her pulse began to speed up, but she tried to ignore it. When it wouldn’t slow down, she took a few concentrated deep breaths, but Rain suddenly had a very bad feeling that just wouldn’t go away. She glanced at the door, but since the back of the door faced her and was slightly ajar, she was unable to see out into the hallway.

Suddenly, she saw shadows flicker just beyond the door and a few seconds later she heard a rustling sound. “Is someone there?” she asked nervously.

No one answered. But then a woman stepped into the room.

It was Amy.

She looked mean, ugly and pissed.

“So, they got you all propped up in bed nice and comfy now, don’t they?” she said menacingly.

Rain stared at her in disbelief. She was scared but also sad for the woman. Some people would always defend their mothers no matter how horrible they were. “Considering that your mother fired a bullet through my shoulder, I wouldn’t be so quick to assume that I’m all that comfortable, Amy.”

Rain began to look around for some type of signal to alert the nurse that she needed help.

Amy slowly approached her bed. “You sick son of a bitch. You just had to get involved, didn’t you?”

Rain’s shock and confusion stopped her search for help. “Excuse me?”

“You just couldn’t stay away.”

“Actually, Amy, it was the other way around. Your mother couldn’t stay away from me. I tried to end it but all she did was…”

“You’re such a fucking liar! You were just as hot for my mother as she was for you.”

Rain said nothing, realizing that nothing she said would be believed anyway. Again she looked around for a call button.

“My mother did so much for you and you just had to go and play with her head. She was lonely and depressed, but it was all a joke to you.”

“Will you please leave now before the nurse comes and throws you out of here?”

“What nurse?” Amy said, spreading her arms for emphasis. “I don’t see any nurse.”

That was unfortunate, thought Rain as she gazed into the crazed eyes of the doctor’s misguided offspring. “Look, Amy, hospitals are full of cameras. If you do anything to me, you’re never going to get away with it. So, if you actually want to go to jail, then why don’t you just do what you’re going to do and get it over with?”

“Oh, no,” said Amy. “That would be too easy. Too good for you. I want to make you suffer like you made my mother suffer.”

Rain was getting fed up. She was frustrated with not being able to summon the nurse when she needed one, and she was pissed at Amy and her delusions. “No one made your mother suffer but her! So, take your bullshit accusations and get out of here. Just get the fuck out…”

Rain shifted in the bed as the woman lunged at her. A searing pain shot through her shoulder as if someone had just slammed into it with a huge mallet. “No, you listen to me, you tramp! You had my mother wrapped around your slimy little fingers and then when the time was just right, you squeezed. You squeezed and squeezed until she went completely out of her mind.”

“What’s going on in here?”

Both eyes turned towards the doorway where a large black nurse stood gazing sternly into the room.

“It’s about fucking time!” Rain snapped. “I want this psycho out of here. Now!”

“Calm down,” she snapped back before she turned to Amy. “Who are you?”

“Wrong question,” said Rain. “Call security.”

“Excuse you,” the nurse snapped again, looking almost as mean as Amy, “but I—”

“No, excuse you. Get this woman out of here NOW. After you do that, I don’t want to see you again in my room. Not if you can’t remove a nutjob from my room when I ask you to and for failing to provide easy access for me to summon for help.”

“I’ll be seeing you soon,” Amy warned in a threatening tone.

“Unless you want to end up like your mother, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Now get out! Both of you!”

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