Chapter Seventy Six
Lincoln
The sound of beeping is the first thing that I hear as I begin to come around, the darkness of the night’s sleep fading.
The second thing that registers is the sound of sobbing as someone murmurs, “do this to me, baby. I’m so sorry about everything.”
She begins to cry some more and I desperately want to comfort her, ask her what has her so upset and just let her know that everything is going to be okay, but fuck is it a struggle to pry my eyes open.
She continues sobbing, and the sound is like a punch to the gut.
“This is all my fault, I’m so sorry, baby.”
*What the fuck is she talking about?* I wonder, racking my brain on why she would be so upset. *What the hell happened?*
Groaning, I try once more to pry my eyes open.
“Lincoln, baby?” Raleigh asks, looking up at the sound.
I manage to crack my eyes open enough to see her tear-streaked face staring back at me and the look on her face is one of a girl who is completely and utterly shattered.
“W-what happened?” I manage to stutter out, my mouth unbelievably dry and tasting like ass.
I try to reach up and cup her cheek, needing some contact with my girl, but something stops me before I even get a quarter of the way. “What the…” I break off as I take in the restraints tied around my right wrist. Glancing to my left, I find that it too is restrained to the bed. “What the fuck is going on?” I ask, panic coursing through me as I look to Raleigh for answers.
“You really don’t remember?” She asks, her voice choked up.
“I think I would remember being restrained to a fucking hospital bed, babe! What the fuck?” I’m trying not to raise my voice, but my panic is increasing with each moment that passes without any answers.
“Lincoln, you—”
Before she gets to finish whatever she was going to say, the door open and Bos pokes his head in. “You’re awake!” He says, looking visibly relieved as he steps into the room followed by Jax, Dal, Aspen, Dad and Ashlynn. “I thought I heard voices,” he says, pulling up a chair on the opposite side of the bed from Raleigh and sitting down before pulling Aspen onto his lap.
“How are you feeling, son?” Dad asks, stepping up next to Bos.
Shrugging, I take everyone in the room in, trying to glean some sort of idea as to what happened to have landed me here, before finally saying, “Confused…what happened?”
“What’s the last thing that you remember?” Bos asks, bringing my attention back to him and Aspen.
“Umm…” I think back through my memories, trying to recall what the last thing that I remember is. I glance at Bos, and thens say, “we were arguing and I needed to clear my head. I left the weight room and ended up running for a while before making my way home. After that…” I shrug once more and mutter, “nothing…”
“*Nothing?*” Jax asks, sounding skeptical.
“Did something happen?” I ask, looking at each of their concerned faces.
Raleigh grasps hold of the hand that doesn’t have the IV in it and lowers her lips to my knuckles, placing a kiss on them before settling our hands back on the bed.
Her voice is soft but still choked up when she says, “Lincoln, you…” she stops and heaves a heavy sigh, as if she’s reluctant to say whatever it is that she’s trying to choke out before forcing out the words, “you tried to kill yourself.”
“I did *what*?” My voice is so quiet, barely even a whisper, as I ask the question that I don’t even know if anyone in the room even heard me but I can tell by the tears filling Raleigh’s eyes, and the broken look staring back at me, that it must be true.
She wouldn’t lie about something like this.
A sudden knock on the door breaks the tension that fills the room a moment before an older man steps through the door wearing a white lab coat, “Good evening,” he says with a nod towards me. “I’m Doctor Hayworth. Mr. Jones, I’m glad to see that you’re awake. You’re very lucky that your brother was able to get to you in time and think while under pressure. Otherwise, the outcome may not have been as positive as this one.”
*My brother?* Glancing from Bos to Dal, and then lastly to Jax, I realize that while everyone else is still dressed in their normal clothes, he’s dressed in a pair of baby blue scrubs.
At my questioning look, he shakes his head at me and mouths *later* before indicating that I need to pay attention to what the doctor is saying.
“Now, Lincoln, do you know why you’re here?” He asks as he comes over next to the bed and shines a light into my eyes, checking the pupil of my right eye before moving on to my left eye.
“Umm…not really. Only what they told me.” I murmur as I look straight ahead.
“The amnesia is probably from you hitting your head when you fell. Hopefully you will regain your memories before long.” I nod in understanding and then watch as he glances at dad, and when he nods, the doctor turns his attention back to me. “Now, I’ve already spoken with your parents about this but because of what happened, we will have to keep you for the next forty-eight hours in our psych department for suicide watch.”
“What? No!” I shout, but am immediately shut down when dad steps in.
“This is not up for debate, Son! We want what is best for you, and making sure that you are in the right headspace to be released, is in your best interest. I’m sorry if this upsets you, but you will do this.”
Releasing a groan, I nod in agreement as a pit develops in my stomach, wishing I could remember what made me make the decision to try to end it all.
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