FreyaI woke up feeling slightly better than I did yesterday. The dull ache in my side was still there, but it had softened. It was like my body had finally made peace with the pain.The morning light slipped through the half-open blinds, bathing the room in a golden hue that made everything feel softer and calmer. I reached for the blanket, pulling it up a little. I wasn’t cold… I just needed the comfort and warmth… something to hold me since Victor wasn’t beside me. I’m sure he’d be in the kitchen making breakfast for me.Just then, the door opened gently and the nurse stepped in, wearing a small, professional smile. I had even forgotten that I agreed to a nurse coming everyday to check on me, but I trust Victor not to ever forget."Good morning, Miss Freya," the nurse greeted softly, placing her bag down and walking to the side of the bed. "How did you sleep?"I gave her a small nod. "Better than I expected."She smiled again. "That’s good. Let’s take a look at those wounds, shall
FreyaI could see the worry in Victor’s eyes the entire morning. He didn’t say much, but it was there in the way he kept pacing around the room, in the way his jaw clenched every time I so much as shifted in bed.He wanted me to stay at the hospital for a few more days. I knew it. He hadn’t said it yet, but I could feel it as clearly as if he had screamed it from the roof.So I sat up slowly, ignoring the slight pull of pain in my side, and looked at him where he stood by the window.“I want to go home today.” I let out slowly while he turned around instantly, brows furrowed like I’d just told him I was going skydiving.“Babe, no, you can’t do that.” He immediately countered.“I’m serious,” I said, keeping my voice calm, steady. “I want to leave. I don’t want to be here anymore.”“You just came out of a coma two days ago,” he said, moving to the edge of the bed like he thought I might pass out mid-sentence. “Freya, this isn’t something we rush. The doctors…”“Already cleared me for di
FreyaWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was pain. It wasn’t a sharp or loud one, it was just a heavy, sinking ache deep in my chest. And it wasn’t even physical, not exactly. It was more like something inside me had cracked and I didn’t know how to hold itself together anymore.Victor was right there beside me, holding my hand so gently it almost didn’t feel real. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and when I blinked at him, really looked at him, I saw tears streaming silently down his face. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at me, like he couldn’t believe I was real.And I couldn’t believe it either. I was alive.I thought I had died. God, I knew I had. I remembered it. I remember that final moment before the darkness swallowed me… the weight of the pain, the blood, the way my limbs wouldn’t respond. I remembered thinking, This is it. And it didn’t even scare me, not in the way I thought it would.I had looked at the door, thinking about my baby. My baby w
VictorI didn’t leave her side for even a second. I just couldn’t. My hand never left hers and I barely even blinked. I just watched and studied the curve of her face, the faint rise and fall of her chest, the steady beeping of the monitor like some sacred rhythm my soul clung to. Every hour, every minute, I was right there.I must’ve told her I loved her a thousand times. I begged her to come back a thousand more. I didn’t know how to exist in a world where Freya wasn’t laughing beside me or stealing half my fries when she swore she wasn’t hungry. I didn’t know how to breathe in a world where she wasn’t in it.But then, somewhere between whispering to her and blinking too long, my body gave in. I didn’t even feel myself falling asleep, I just… slipped.And then I was dreaming. I woke up in another world. A small world but it was ours. We were at home, Freya and I, with the twins. Both of them.Freya was in the kitchen, wearing one of my old t-shirts, hair tied up in a messy bun, smil
Victor I didn’t stop till I was on the roof. It was really cold and it slowly crept onto my skin and settled in my bones. I stood there for a while, phone in hand, just staring out at the dark city. The world was still moving forward, but mine had come to a brutal halt.Finally, I dialed his number.“Nate,” I said the moment he picked up.“Victor. What’s going on?”“She was attacked.” My voice cracked halfway through. I didn’t care. “Freya. Someone came into my home while I wasn’t there and hurt her. She’s in a coma now.”“What?”I could hear him sit up straighter on the other end of the line. Nate’s voice rarely held surprise, he’s brutal and has seen too much in his line of work. But this rattled even him.“She’s in a coma. They had to operate twice,” I went on. “She was carrying twins, Nate. We lost one of them. My son’s gone.”He went quiet.“I need you to find out who did this,” I said, stepping closer to the edge of the rooftop, gripping the railing like it was the only thing
Victor“Babies, you mean?” I just stood there, frozen, trying to make sense of what I’d heard. Stacey blinked beside me, her mouth slightly open. We both glanced at each other like we were silently confirming that we hadn’t misheard.“Wait,” I said, finally finding my voice, though it came out barely above a whisper. “Did you just say... babies?”The doctor nodded, calmly, too calmly for what he was delivering. “Yes. Twins.”Twins. Jesus Christ. She is carrying twins.I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My heart was already struggling to keep up with everything happening around me. From the time I got Stacey’s call till now, I hadn’t been okay and now this? Stacey stepped forward, voice steadier than mine. “Are they… okay?”The doctor’s face shifted slightly, a hesitation in his eyes. That pause told me everything before he even spoke.“They’re critical,” he said. “Extremely critical. We couldn’t do anything during the surgery without risking Freya. Her body is weak, and she’s still in a