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“Tell me.”
“She’s alive. But she never woke up after surgery. They don’t know if she will.”
“Where is she?”
“Room 11.”
At this point, a group of nurses had gathered in the hallway as they attempted to guide me back into my room. I ripped my arm away from one of them. "I'm going to her. You're not going to stop me."
"Do we need to call security, Mr. Buchanan?"
"Call them. I'll be in room 11 when they get up here." I knew Everett was interfering on my behalf. I heard him use the agent card and flash his badge. It gave me enough time to disappear into her room. My breath caught when I saw her. She was hooked up to machines and had cords flowing to the two monitors behind her bed.
She looked peaceful, reminding me of Sleeping Beauty. Her skin was paler than normal. Her cheeks were soft pink, and her lips were plump and full. I wouldn't think anything was wrong with her if I hadn't known what she had done to save me.
Frozen in time.
She is just as beautiful as ever.
Several bags of fluid and blood ran through, and her wrists were bandaged. The steady and slow beeping of the monitor was the only noise in the room. I moved to the left side of her bed and gripped her hand in mine. I had hoped she would open her grey eyes, look at me, and smirk as she made unspoken promises.
She saved my life.
The moment I stepped into her life; she marked my soul--a mark that changed me for the better. And I didn't want to be without her.
Not for a second.
All I saw was her.
All I needed was her.
Everett entered the room cautiously and took a deep breath. I know it was difficult for him to see her like this. Ava and he had become friends, and he protected her when he didn't have to. Sarah had given her life to protect Ava, and they all would, without hesitation. Ava wouldn't see it that way. She would be heartbroken. She would carry guilt even if I told her it wasn't her burden.
“What did they say?” I asked, not looking away from Ava.
Everett cleared his throat. “I will try to get the doctor. It would be better if you talked to him.”
I nodded.
He returned a few minutes later with another doctor who looked in his forties and was
bald.
“Are you the patient’s family?” the bald doctor asked.
“Her boyfriend, yes,” I replied curtly. I was tired of being asked if I was family. Ava is my family now. I was hers.
“Very well." The patient --"
“Ava.” I snapped.
The doctor looked apologetic. "Ava suffered devastating blood loss. When she came in, her heart stopped. We administered CPR and resuscitated her. We repaired the knife damage and gave her multiple blood transfusions. However, with her heart-stopping and blood loss, her heart experienced some strain. We placed her in a medical coma to give her body time to heal and reduce the strain on her heart. This will hopefully prevent another cardiac event.”
“Will she wake up?”
“We don’t know. It is really up to her at this point.”
“There is nothing else you can do?”
