Free Cursed Ecstasy (Cursed Series) by T. H. Snyder Page A

room.
    “Hello, Miss Powers, I’m Dr. Stanley. I’ve reviewed your tests and spoken with Dr. Schwehm who met with you in the ER. For now, we’d like to run a few more tests and then a nurse will be in to check your vitals. Once we feel you’re stable, you can rest and relax for a few hours.”
    “I can sleep?” I ask in a high pitched voice.
    “Not for a lengthy amount of time—we’ll have to keep you monitored throughout the day. But yes, you can rest for short intervals.”
    Another man comes into the room with a wheelchair and stands behind the doctor.
    “This is Dave and he’ll be taking you for your testing. If there’s anything else you need just alert your nurse.”
    “Thank you, doctor, I should be fine.”
    Dave helps me get out of bed and into the chair.
    Everything around me is spinning and I’m finding it difficult to focus on my hands right in front of me.
    A feeling of nausea hits me and just as I’m about to spill my guts, Dave pulls a plastic container out of nowhere and sets it in front of me.
    “Do you have any known allergies to medication, Miss Powers?” the doctor asks.
    Shaking my head, I reply, “None that I’m aware of.”
    “If you continue to feel sick or nauseous, we may need to adjust your pain medication or give you something else to help your stomach. Just make sure your nurse knows, okay?”
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick again?” Dave asks.
    “No, I think I’m okay for now.”
    He hands me a tissue and takes the container from me.
    “Let me clean this out and we’ll take it with us, just in case.”
    Wiping my mouth with the tissues, I nod my head and close my eyes to help stop the room from spinning. I’ve never been one to take painkillers for recreation; I don’t know how anyone can feel like this and do it for enjoyment. It really sucks ass.
    Dave comes back out of the bathroom and hands me the container. Setting it on my lap, I close my eyes again as he begins to push me out of the room.
    For the next hour or so I’m taken to a few rooms for scans, blood work, and other testing. I feel like a guinea pig being prepped for scientific testing.
    I know this is all part of the process, but all I really want to do is close my eyes and get some sleep.
    By the time Dave brings me back to my room, I’m exhausted. I can barely keep my eyes open and I can barely feel the pain in my neck and back.
    He helps me back into bed and pushes the tray table up next to my bed.
    “I have the container, tissues, and a cup of water here if you need them. Anything else, just buzz the nurses' station and someone will be right in to help you.”
    Once he has me comfortable, he sets the remote next to me on the bed and leaves the room.
    Just as I’m about to shut my eyes, I hear the door open and close. To my surprise, the man walking toward me isn’t at all who I’d expect.
    “Steve?” I say more as a question than a statement.
    “Hey, Etty, sorry I haven’t been around here much today. It’s kinda been a shit show trying to find out what the hell happened to you guys last night.”
    I pick my head up off the pillow and try to sit up. He lifts his hand and gestures for me to stay put.
    “Yeah, well, I’m really sorry about everything, Steve. I really didn’t think Rick would come here, let alone find me in their house.”
    “Etty, this isn’t your fault, don’t blame yourself.”
    “I think you’re the only one that feels that way.”
    “Don’t worry about Dault right now. He’s a pain in the ass to begin with. He’ll get over it soon enough.”
    I let out a sigh and rest my head back down on my pillow.
    “I just wanted to come and find you to let you know what we’ve found out. Dault and I were actually leaving to head home but I wanted to see you first.”
    “Where is he?” I ask in a nervous tone.
    I should know the answer before even asking the question. Steve takes a seat in the chair next to me and runs his hands