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"I promise I won't leave you."
Upon arriving at the hospital, I am escorted to a small room where I am informed that Vlad is being taken to surgery. The doctor asks me to wait while she tends to another patient. With a nod, I take a seat, feeling a deep sense of despair. I can’t bear to look at my hands or arms any longer; all I want is to go home. I only hope to be by Vlad’s side and ensure that he is alright. As the doctor enters the room, her gaze meets mine, undoubtedly perceiving the distress that consumes me.
"Do you need anything for anxiety?" She asks.
I nod "Yes."
She nods. "I can give you something to help, but we need to have a chat before I do. Okay?"
I nod, the weight of the situation pressing against my chest. She asks softly, concern etched in her voice, “What happened?” The room feels suffocating, and I find myself lost for words, my mind going blank. At that moment, I retreat into myself, shutting down. Demetrius steps in, his voice lowered to a whisper as he converses with her. Their words blend, a distant murmur that I can’t decipher. All I crave is solitude, to be left alone with my thoughts. The nurse enters, breaking the heavy silence, and places a small pill in my trembling hand. The taste of anxiety lingers in my mouth as I swallow it down. The next few hours blur into a haze, lost in the fog of my mind.
Chapter 37
Vladimir
Iwakeupina hospital bed. I can feel someone's arms around me. I turn my head and see Rose's sleeping face. She looks so peaceful. I touch her face and see the tears falling from her eyes. I reach over and wipe them away and she opens her eyes. The look of relief on her face is heartbreaking. I wish I could have protected her. I wish I had done more. I wish I had done anything to keep her from being in this position. She didn't deserve to be treated like that.
"Please, don't cry my love. Please don't cry. It's ok I am here now. I will protect you now."
She holds onto me and shakes her head. "Thought I had lost you."
I try to move so that I can comfort her, but the sudden pain is so strong it takes my breath away.
"Don't move. Stay still. You were in surgery and they worked on you for a long time. Let me go and I will get someone." She says, trying to move away from me.
I hold on to her tighter. "No, no, it's ok, I just need you here with me. I can handle the pain."
She nods and settles back into me.
"It's okay to be upset, Rose. You have been through so much, my solnyshko."
She shakes her head and sobs. "I don't want to cry. I don't want to be weak. I feel like all I have done is cry."
I sigh. "Rose, I am a strong man, but I know I couldn't survive losing you. You are the strongest woman I have ever known. Look at what you have had to endure."
"I have lost everything. I thought I had lost you." She cries harder.
"Shhh shhh, my love shhhh, it’s okay. I'm okay." I kiss her on her forehead.
I hold her to me and feel her body tremble as she cries. I hate seeing her like this. I can’t stand the thought of her ever being hurt again.
Her tears soak through my shirt, mingling with my own unshed tears. The tremors that wrack her body reverberate against my chest, a heartbreaking symphony of pain and vulnerability. I can feel the weight of her anguish in every quiver, as if it’s seeping into my own bones.
Her once vibrant spirit, usually so resilient, now feels fragile in my arms. The warmth that usually radiates from her seems to dissipate, replaced by a coldness that sends shivers down my spine. The way her body tenses against mine, her muscles clenched with the weight of sorrow, breaks my heart into a million shattered pieces.
I hold her tighter, hoping that my embrace can offer even the slightest comfort. I want to shield her from the cruel world that has caused her so much pain. Anger wells up within me, directed at the source of her suffering, vowing to protect her at all costs.
As her sobs subside, I gently brush away the tears that stain her cheeks. My touch lingers on her face, tracing the contours of her delicate features, as if trying to etch the love and support I feel into her very skin. I whisper soothing words, promising her a future filled with happiness, where hurt will be nothing more than a distant memory.
In this moment, I make a silent vow to myself: to be her safe haven, her unwavering shelter from the storms of life. I never want her to experience this pain again, and I am determined to be the one who shields her from the darkness that threatens to consume her.
She nestles closer to me, seeking solace in the warmth of our shared embrace. Together, we find solace in the unspoken promise of love and protection. As her trembling gradually subsides, replaced by a glimmer of hope, I hold on to her even tighter, knowing that our bond will help mend the wounds that time alone cannot heal.
"Rose, you need to tell me what happened," I whisper.
She tries to shake her head, but I know I need to know and she needs to speak about it. I need to know what he did to her and how I might be able to help her.
"Not right now. This isn't the place." I turn to see Demetrius standing at the door. "I am glad to see you awake, brother. Rose has been beside herself. We need to talk."
