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I couldn't keep my emotions in check any longer and had a blackout.
When I woke up again, I was in the hospital. Ryan was right next to me. With bags under his eyes and stubble, he looked like he'd aged five years.
I grabbed his hand in a panic. "Where are they?"
Ryan patted my hand reassuringly and said, "They're in jail. I've hired a lawyer for you. Don't worry."
I fell back onto the bed powerlessly and stared blankly at the light. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to blink.
"Are you hungry? I'll buy you something to eat." Ryan stood up. I quickly grabbed his hand and shook my head repeatedly, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.
"Stay with me, I'm afraid."
He sat down again and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm always here for you."
I forced a smile and said, "Thank you."
Ryan stroked my head as if he were coaxing a child, "Silly girl, why don't you have a good cry?"