I couldn't move.. couldn't breathe..What had they done to Evelyn? Its my fault, its my fault she got involved in this situation. I feel my temperature rise as I struggle to my feet. My chest feels constricted, and the air around me feels heavy. I am having another... panic attack.The ground slips beneath my feet, and the only sound that pierces through the haze is Mira's scream. My eyes are half closed as the floor gets closer. Then rushing steps in my direction, and then black out.At first it's all blurry when I open my eyes, but have to shut them back immediately. The lights are blindingly bright. I open them again, and blink back the haziness from my vision. A familiar deep voice greets me, "Oh come on, she just got stabbed; and now this?" I'm guessing he's not aware that I'm awake yet. Wait, Hayden's back? Them how long have I been out? I struggle to sit upright, to get a clear view of the time from the clock which hung on the wall. I wince, as I struggle to, and hear th
The next morning when I wake up, my body feels numb and limp. I sit upright with a groan, only to notice I'm in my bed. I blink, slowly, then rapidly. When did he leave? What was this sinking feeling in my chest? I can't say.I get up with a grunt, realizing I'm still putting on the clothes from yesterday. "I need a thorough bath." I mutter under my breath, aiming for the bathroom.Once I'm done with my business for the day, I make my way to the vanity on the wall opposite the entrance to the bathroom. Hayden must have got this personally installed while I was at the hospital.I sit on the stool, about to apply some cream when I stop midway, noticing a sticky note on the table. I pick it up as gently as I can to avoid tearing it, and stare at the words scribbled on it.Gosh, the handwriting on this is just... beautiful. I sigh, and shake my head quickly. Snapping out of it. I squint my eyes at it again, doing my best to not admire the handwriting. From the message, I can tell its hi
The moment we arrive at the mansion, surprisingly, Hayden gets out and opens the door before the guard does. However, all the traces of surprise vanish the moment the doors to the mansion are pulled open. A sobbing Mira pulls me into a tight hug, the air in my lungs leave me immediately. I groan, "too... tight." I rasp, just then Hayden grabs a hand of Mira's, not too tight and not gentle either. Then he tugs on it, "Her wound just got stitched today, you may tear it open again." He says to her, voice firm.Slowly, her grip on me reduces, gradually until its gone. She's standing in front of me now, still sobbing. "I'm sorry, I just missed you too much." she whispered. Just then, urgent steps echoed in the mansion, the moment I turn my head to the entrance of the kitchen... I see Mr. Ron making his way towards me.I flinch squeezing my eyes shut, thinking he's about to give me another oxygen depriving hug, but thankfully, he knows his limits. I feel a gentle pat on my head, and silen
TEN DAYS LATER: I couldn't stop the excitement that was buzzing through my veins. I would be discharged today, what a relief.I couldn't stop the content sigh that slips through my lips as I day dream. Laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling."You look happy." a deep husky voice says, causing my eyes to widen, both in shock and surprise."What..." I begin, but he just waves non-challantly in my direction in dismissal; before he shuts the door behind him. I could tell that the guards were standing at the entrance.He began to walk towards the bed where I lay, and for some reason, the hair on my arms and neck began to stand on end. "You came." I say, not knowing what to think or utter in the moment."Yeah." Hayden replies after a moment of silence, as he makes himself comfortable on a seat beside my bed.My mind is racing with different thoughts, as I slowly sit upright facing him. "When will I be discharged?" I blurt out, saying the only thing I thought was reasonable enough to
My vision is a blur as I open my eyes for the first time in who knows how long?My body feels numb, my head pounding like someone was currently using a hammer on it.My throat dry, and breathing felt like it was burning my lungs. I try to observe my surroundings, doing my best to blink away the haziness from my gaze. I make out the machine at the side of the bed which seemed to read my heart rate and pulse.A pipe connected to my hand, transfusing blood into my system.Alright, I'm in a hospital.I try to get up but the pain at my lower back causes me to stiffen and fall back on the bed. I let out a low grunt, gritting my teeth as unshed tears blurred my vision.Yes, it was that painful.From the corner of my eyes, I see something or someone shift. It gets up and towers over me.I blink back the unshed tears and do my best to turn my head to the side. When I do, I realize its not a thing.It's Hayden.His hair is tousled roughly, like he had ran his hands through them several times.
Third Person Pov:Hayden remained pacing back and forth in front of the ICU; his heart pounding hard in his chest. He was scared, he hated to admit this, but he hadn't been this scared in a while. Two years ago to be exact. The memory of carrying her unconscious body into the hospital as she bled out, demanding the doctors attend to her. He hadn't lost his cool like that in a while, he had been panicking so much his hands shook. With a haggard breath, he ran his hands through his hair. He had been so afraid to lose her. 'Why did she do that? Why didn't he stop her?' He couldn't help but blame himself. He should have killed that bastard long ago before he had the chance to hurt her again.His eyes were blood red in fury, just as his pace increased; the light on the ICU ward turned off. And a doctor wearing a mask, steps out pulling his gloves off. Hayden's pacing comes to a halt as he practically bolts to his side."How is she?" He asks, voice hoarse. The doctor is silent for