A flirty bartender entraps two men, an average guy and a billionaire. She's sought after by both men, who desire her. Madison Hart is outspoken, determined, and set on marriage. Madison is rushed into a new world of lust, temptation, pain, emotion...
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Darkness is all I see. It's as if I'm blindfolded. I can't open my eyes!! I hear the hectic hospital room. The beeping monitor frightens me. There's no break in the sound. AM I FLAT-LINING?? I freak out about how rapidly my heart is pumping blood. My head is weightless...and scorches up hell.
"What is the issue here?" a doctor asks franticly.
"Head pain?" Another says.
"When did it begin?"
"A few minutes ago. Should we do an MRI?"
"The current MRI shows no brain injuries. This could be a side effect from the strong medication."
Is the doctor right? I hope that's what this is. But the liquid sensation worries me. My brain hasn't stopped trickling water...or is it blood? The nerves of my brain fire off like a cannonball. Persistent dizziness spins my surroundings. I feel faint again. I try to hold on.
I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK THERE!!
I try to scream this aloud, but my mouth is incapable of moving. My body is paralyzed. I can't summon enough strength to part my lips. I begin to fade away.
I CAN'T FALL UNCONSIOUS AGAIN! I'M SCARED!NOO!! WAKE UP!! My mind bellows desperately. SNAP OUT OF IT!! WAKE UP! I WANT BRAD. WHERE IS HE?!!
The thoughts in my head fizzle out. Silence plugs my ears. I stare at a pit. It drags on so long that I figure I'm dead. There's no other explanation for the zero sound and visuals. Not a glimmer of light seeps through. There's supposed to be a tunnel of white. There isn't. It's utter isolation. Darker than space...
I think my soul is gone. I believe I'm gone. A swarm of voices comes from far away. This brings hope that I'm alive. The tones are from different people. It sounds as if they're arguing. I focus on one of them to determine what's being said. I use all of my physical might to do so. The frontal lobe of my brain flexes. I demand my mind to listen.
"No, you're not taking her anywhere! Who do you think you are?" I wish it wasn't so faint. I can hardly comprehend the words. I'm sure I'm mishearing the conversation.
"Maybe he should. Maddy can't stay here with these damn doctors." That's my Lily. I know her sound even in death...or near death. Whatever state I'm in.
"Yes, she can't. There isn't enough time to bicker. Madison is getting worse. Let me take her. My doctors can reverse her condition. The resources here are limited, and the staff isn't as attentive as they should be. She won't face this outcome if I take her."
"Are you sure she can be transported?"
"I'm positive. But as I said, we have to be quick."
"I don't know about this," Jess speaks hesitantly.
