Poisoned, Shot, Reborn: Now Watch Me

Thom

the suffocating dark

e relentless, throbbing pain. My shoulder and leg were on fire. The wounds, left untreated, had begun

ess when the heavy door creaked open, s

e, silhouetted aga

aint, dark stubble on his jaw and the exhausted shadows under his eyes

aw tighten, his brow furrowing as he took in the state I was in. He sa

e said, his voice rough with exhaustion and som

ing shut behind him, and knelt beside

the kit. "The scratch was superficial. But the shock...

instinct of self-preservation overriding the agony it caused. The sudden movem

ur breathing in the small, damp space. He said nothing, simply uncapped a bottle of

ut it was nothing compared to

rasped, my voice

ok up. "Give

e. The sculpture.

e you still on about that? I told you, it was just a piece of rock. Your jealousy o

He was the one who shot me, the one who left me to

st the rough concrete wall, and pointed a trembling finger to where the crumpled divorce agreement lay on the floor

er. "Divorce? Are you insane? After

, my voice breaking. "I just want

abs to the ground. "Do you know how much I've given you? This house, the cars, the

truly didn't see it. He couldn't comprehe

t promise to me," I said, my voice droppin

sing this anymore. You are my wife. Your place is here, by my side. You will behave, you wi

im to see me, to remember the woman who had built this kingdom with him, not just for him. I had

eally. I had been w

yself to my feet, leaning heavily against the damp wall. I lim

Are you afraid? Afraid that without me, the great Elliott McCu

its mark. His face

amen noodles every night? You turned to me, and you said, 'Elena, we're partners. 50/50. Everything I have is yours.' You even signed an agre

nt pale. He

merciless whisper, "'If I ever bet

llow and rapid. He opened his mout

a white coat rushed in, looking flustered. "Mr. Mc

. He looked from the doctor to me, his eyes filled with a familiar

eement, grinding the paper into the dirt w

oice a low growl. "Behave. And

Doctor, patch her up. I don't want her dying

f my injuries. "My God," he whispered, examining my leg. "This is bad. The bullet is still in

w his shoulders tense. He glanced back, his eye

word, he turned

ound of the lock clicking into place e