Break Down The Barricade

Mike's POV:

My eyes screwed up tight and burst open, squinting as they adjusted to the light. My head was pounding and there was a sharp scratch in my arm. I raised my head and looked around, before being shushed back into place. All around me were beeping monitors and wires and tubes, and a friendly faced nurse was busy putting bloods into my arm.

She left my private room after she had attached the blood sacks to my arm, and returned shortly with a police officer.

'Mr Fuentes?' he asked. I nodded warily.

'Okay, we will need to take a witness statement regarding last Friday's events. When you feel ready, just let us know. And just for your information, Dustin, the gentleman involved in the altercation, was shot by one of our officers after he shot you and you became unconscious. He died at the scene, however we felt it necessary and exceptional circumstances. The young woman involved is being treated for her injuries and is currently in a medically induced coma, much like you were, to be awoken today.' The policeman told me. I still said nothing, I just nodded weakly.

Wait, what?! I had been in a coma? I couldn't even remember what day it was.

'I was in a coma? For how long?' I shrieked at the doctor, who had just entered the room.

'Well you see, Mr Fuentes, you suffered a significant loss of blood from your shot wounds. You were pronounced dead for three minutes until we could get your heart working again, so it was important to minimise brain damage by placing you in a coma for five days.'

I was so scared for Skye. She had suffered way worse injuries than I had, but I was also feeling confused about my thoughts regarding Dustin's death. Obviously death is never something to wish upon a person, but in a way I was glad, because he had been abusing Skye, and I think he would have killed both of us easily.

'Okay,' I replied. 'Can I go and see her?'

The nurse briefly consulted the doctor, before they wheeled my bed over to the next room where Skye was. She looked smaller and frailer than I could remember and all of her that I could see was covered in bruises and wounds.

Then one thought popped into my head.
'What about the baby?' I asked.

Notes

Please don't be silent!! What did you think?
Amber