Chapter 115

•Nikolai•

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Today marks exactly two months since I had last seen her beautiful light brown eyes.

She was here but not really here. She was alive, her heart still beats, she breathes in and out, and her wounds have healed considerably. She doesn't move, she doesn't react to my touch. She just lays on the bed, ghastly pale.

She lies comatose on the bed, due to blunt force trauma to the head and excessive blood loss. The bastard had cracked her head open in three places. They had to shave her head off for the stitches. If she had been conscious, I know she would have never allowed the doctors to do anything to her hair, she loves it too much to just shave it off. I'm pretty sure she is going to have a complete meltdown when she wakes up.

But her hair had grown back, they weren't too long—but the short hair looked incredibly cute on her. I wish I could tell her that.

For the first month, the doctors kept her in the Intensive Care Unit but then I brought her home. Our home. The doct