Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 11

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 11

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Sophia:
A bright light was shining down on me, causing
me to wake up. I blinked my eyes a couple
times and sat up, wondering where I was.
I was sitting in a hospital bed, with my head
pounding like crazy. Looking down, I realized I
was in a gown, and my head had bandages
around it. What was I doing here? What
happened to me?
“Hello Ms. Anderson. I’m Dr. Flint. I’m glad to
see you’re awake.”

A middle-aged looking man walked into the
room, wearing a white doctor’s outfit and
holding a clipboard. He walked up to the
monitor and studied it, then scribbled
something on the clipboard.
“What happened?” I asked him. He looked over
at me and smiled reassuringly.
“Well, when you fainted you hit your head on
the corner of the front desk. That’s what my
report tells me, at least. You hit it pretty badly,
too. You’re lucky.”

“Where’s Justin?” I asked him, ignoring half of
what he told me.

“Ah yes, Justin. He had to undergo serious
surgery. Had the paramedics not gotten there
sooner, it would’ve been too late. He would’ve
bled out.”

I sighed, frustrated. “Yes, but how is he?”
“He should be fine. We want to keep him in the
hospital for another week or two. His stab
wounds went deep, and we need to keep
monitoring him.”

I let go of the breath I didn’t know I was
holding. Justin was going to be okay. Tears
started to escape from the corners of my eyes.

“Thank God,” I whispered. He smiled at me and
patted my shoulder.

“Would you like to see him? He’s asked for you
a few times. But we couldn’t wake you,
because-”

“You couldn’t wake me?”
“You’ve been in a coma for the past two days,
Sophia.”

In a coma? For two days? Where were Naomi
and Kodiak? I hope nothing bad happened to
them, or I would never forgive myself. I kept
telling myself they were safe, and that nothing
happened to them. But… where did Ricky go?
“Can I please see him?” I asked.
“Of course you can. Follow me.”
I got off of the hospital bed, ignoring the
throbbing pain in my head, and walked down
the hall with him. We walked to the elevators
and got in. He pressed a button and we waited
a few moments, and then walked out of them
again.

The tile floor was cold on my feet, and I was
shivering slightly. Dr. Flint led me into a room
where I saw Justin. He was lying on a bed with
his eyes closed. His head was wrapped up like
mine, and he was hooked up to IV units.
Dr. Flint held his hand out to Justin, motioning
for me to go over to him. I walked to the side
of the hospital bed and touched Justin’s cheek.

It was warm and felt good on my fingertips.
“Justin,” I whispered. I almost cried as his eyes
slowly flickered open. He looked at me and
smiled.

“You’re awake,” he said, smiling at me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears escaping from my
eyes.

“It’s not your fault, Sophie.”
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged
him, then pulled back and kissed him. “I love
you.”

He rubbed my cheek softly with his finger,
sending shivers up my spine. “I love you, too,
Sophie.” His eyes started to droop, and his
breathing began to slow. He closed his eyes
and dropped his hand from my face.
“He just took his antibiotics. It puts him in a
deep sleep. He won’t wake up for some time,”

Dr. Flint explained. “And you should probably
get some sleep, too.”

I kissed Justin’s cheek one last time and
stepped back. Dr. Flint escorted me back to my
room, and then gave me two white pills.
“Take these. They’ll help you sleep.”
I did as he instructed, then sipped some water.
“What’s going to happen to him?” I asked.
“Well, like I said, we’re going to keep him for
another week or two to help him recover. As for
you, Justin suggested we send you back to
America as soon as you’re ready to be
released.”

“And when will that be?” I felt my eyelids
getting heavier every time I talked.
He finished writing on the clipboard and looked
at me. “Tomorrow.”

Tomorrow? Justin wants me to just leave him
here? While he’s in the hospital because of me?

If he thinks I’m leaving, he’s crazy.
“I hope he knows I’m not leaving.” I fought to
keep my eyes open as long as I could. The
medicine began to take serious affect, causing
my body to shut down.

“Well, actually, when the police came to get his
statement yesterday, he asked that they escort
you to the airport and made sure you got on the
plane safely. Your stuff is over there.” He
pointed to the other side of the room, where my
suitcase was lying on the floor, under the
window.
“What… about… my dogs,” I mumbled, forcing
my eyes to stay open.
“Right now your dogs are being held at a
shelter, under the utmost care. Tomorrow,
they’ll be brought to the airport and put on the
plane.”
“How do you… know where… they are?”
“I talked to a detective myself. He told me to
pass on the information to you once you woke
up.”
“Will I even be… able to… fly?” I didn’t think I
could stay awake much longer. I kept fading
out, only half listening to what he was telling
me.

“During the time you’ve been asleep, your head
injury has had enough time to heal. We’ll take
off the bandages tomorrow. You should be able
to fly, though.”
I wanted to ask him another question, but I
found I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
I finally drifted off to sleep, feeling the pain
fade away.
~
I got off the plane, ignoring the slight throbbing
echoing throughout my head. My mom and
Darius waved to me, and I walked up to them
and gave them hugs.

“Oh, Sophie! I knew I shouldn’t have let you go
to England! My poor baby,” my mom said,
hugging me tightly.
“Mom, I know you missed me and all, but I
can’t breathe,” I said, only half joking. She
laughed through tears and stepped back. I gave
Darius a hug and he took my bag for me.
The hospital contacted my mom and Darius
after confirming I wouldn’t be able to drive
myself. My mom freaked out, like usual, and
wanted to know if I was okay. There was still
no sign of Ricky, but something told me he’d be
back soon. Darius contacted the FBI and they
have patrols guarding our house 24/7 like last
time.

We walked down to the luggage claim and
waited for my bag. When we went to get
Naomi, my mom wasn’t expecting Kodiak to be
there. She looked at me questioningly, and I
gave her an innocent smile.
“Oh yeah, did I mention Naomi has a friend?” I
said, getting them out of the cages. Naomi and
Kodiak licked my hands, then greeted my mom
and Darius.