My Ex-Boyfriend's Uncle

Chapter 4

Eilith’s POV-

I listened, carefully, despite my failing consciousness. I knew Kelly had to be here with Josh and the police. I heard yelling, but it was all too far for me to be able to hear exactly what was said. A moment later, a police officer came through the door, closely followed by Kelly and Josh. The police officer said into his radio, “I need paramedics up here now. Charge that man these two told us to arrest. Charge him with GBH. I also need a large evidence bag.”

Kelly and Josh rushed to my side, as Kelly said, “I should have gotten off work soon, so we could have been here sooner. Eilith, I am sorry.”

She gripped my hand and squeezed it. I wheezed, “Don’t be sorry.”

“Eilith, can you tell me where it hurts,” Josh said.

“Are you a paramedic,” the police officer asked.

Josh shook his head, “I am a boxer, training for the Olympics. I have first aid training, so I can help until the paramedics get here.”

My eyes began to feel heavy. My head was pounding so much that it was getting hard to stay awake. Josh gripped my hand, and said, “Eilith, you need to stay awake. I can see your head injury. I can tell you have a chest injury by your breathing. Try to keep your breath slow and gentle.”

“What did he do to her,” Kelly sobbed.

“He struck her in the head two times, punched her in the face, kicked her several times in the stomach and chest, and finally he hit her with that damn whip over there,” Josh said.

“How can you tell that? Did you witness it,” the police officer said?

Josh shook his head, as I wheezed, “He is right, but he didn’t see.”

“Eilith, don’t talk until the paramedics get here. Try to rest, but keep your eyes open,” Josh said.

My consciousness began slipping. It went black for a few seconds, but Kelly and Josh’s calls for me to wake up snapped me out of it. My consciousness returned long enough for the paramedics to get here, and get an oxygen mask on me, get IV fluids going, and get me on to the stretcher that they had brought with them. I was finding it hard to stay awake. When the paramedics were dealing with me, I noticed Kelly grabbing my handbag and a few pieces of clothing for me. She even pulled her phone out and began snapping images of my wounds and the whip, and the police that were present. I wasn’t sure why, but I would certainly have to ask why she did such a thing.

Conversations between those around me started to sound different. It was getting hard to try to remain awake. The paramedics moved me out of the room and into the ambulance. I guess Matthew had told Kelly to get in the ambulance with me, because she was there with me.

“Drive fast, and radio ahead to the hospital,” one paramedic said to the other.

“Is it really that bad,” Kelly asked.

“Yes and no. The head wound is the most concerning. But she is fighting. Last time I saw a wound like that, the person couldn’t keep their eyes open, but she is trying her hardest. She may need a few stitches in the wounds on her back. She will need x-rays and I suspect an MRI,” the paramedic said.

I could feel the ambulance moving fast, weaving in and out of other cars. My pain was only intensifying. The blaring sirens were not helping my head any, it only intensified the pain. But we soon arrived at the hospital, where I was given pain relief. Doctors and nurses flooded around me and began seeing to my injuries. I think I saw Kelly talking with a doctor and the paramedics. I was taken for an emergency x-ray. Then my wounds were treated, some required stitches, but others just required antiseptic treatment and a sterile medical pad and bandages. I was then taken for an MRI, to check the damage done to my skull and my brain. Only then was I taken to a hospital room, and told the results of my x-rays and MRI by my doctor.

“Hello, Miss Clarke, I am Doctor Ward. I have looked at your x-rays and MRI results. I can say you have no intracranial bleeding from the blows you sustained to your head. But I would like to keep you here for a couple of days to ensure that your head injury only improves. You have a very bad concussion. We just want to make sure you don’t get any bleeding on your brain. Given the fact you lost consciousness a few times, it is best we keep an eye on you. You do have a few cracked ribs as well, but with proper rest, you should recover from them easily. Do not do any strenuous activities, especially after you leave. Or, your ribs could snap and puncture your lungs, so make sure to take it easy. Try not to move too much, as you have had to have stitches in your back. They should heal quickly as long as you keep them clean. We will put new dressings on them tomorrow and again on your last day here. Before you leave in a couple of days, we will do another MRI to be safe, and make sure you haven’t developed any bleeding,” he explained.

“Thank you, Doctor Ward. Did you explain this to my friend who came with me?” I cleared my throat.

“You are welcome. As they were only friends, I was not able to reveal the details, but I am happy to explain it to them before I send them in. A nurse will come around with antibiotics and more pain relief in a couple of hours, but if you are in too much pain, please call them for aid. Also, there are police officers and friends of yours outside waiting for you. Should I send them in,” he asked?

I nodded, “I know my friends will be worried sick, so please tell them before you send them in, and I know the police officers will want my statement and I expect details of my injuries from you.”

“You remember what happened,” he inquired.

“Yes, I do,” I responded.

“That is very surprising, but a very good sign. Many with head injuries like yours will forget all sorts of different things. Do you mind telling me what happened? I know you have been beaten very badly,” he questioned.

“My ex-boyfriend, I tried to leave him because I found him cheating earlier today, so I tried to leave. He found me packing, and attacked me,” I replied.

“Alright, I will add that to my medical report. I do suggest that maybe you speak with a psychologist while you are here. I can send one to you tomorrow morning, if you would like, because you need to get some rest first,” he said.

“That will be okay, I know I should speak with one,” I whispered.

“I will get on that now. I will send in your friends, and the police,” he smiled, before turning and heading for the door.

I was left alone with my thoughts for a few moments. I couldn’t help but think that Dylan would not leave me alone. Something told me that he may know about who I really am, which is part of the reason he did not want to let me go. But he has cheated on me and put me here in a hospital bed. I have never been more certain than anything in my life. I will leave him and do everything I can to stay away from him. I just had to hope that the police are not as corrupt as people make them out to be, and actually make sure that Dylan goes to jail for this.