Make You Love

Chapter 13

Dedicated to ItsMGsShine

Then the doctor checked her pulse once more. Dear Lord, did it just start beating again? Her body warmed up so much that he could feel the heat radiating from her skin. He turned to her family who'd come to bid her farewell.

"She'll live," he affirmed.
As if to confirm his claim, Isla's nose twitched, and her fingers moved.

Craig yelled, "Yes! Yes!" at the top of his lungs.

He ran all the way to the reception, screaming, "She's alive! My best friend is alive!"
Not minding the fact that he was in just his underwear.

And Winter? She turned and hugged her boyfriend so tightly that he thought he'd never breathe again.

"She's alive,"  she wondered, her face beaming with excitement.

"I guess so,"  Hunter chuckled, smiling too.

For the past one week, Winter had been a shadow of herself. She'd stopped eating. Partying. Drinking. Joking. Laughing. Doing whatever made her Winter. For a while, he was worried that she'd lose her mind completely. But everything had changed now. Isla was alive.

As soon as she appeared to be getting better, Craig demanded that Isla be moved to his ward so he could keep an eye on her.

When the doctor raised one of his eyebrows, he shrugged and commented,
"It's nothing serious. I just want to be near her."

But when everyone left and all the patients had been tucked into bed, he whispered, "You won't die on me", even though she couldn't hear him yet.

Her eyes were still shut, but she was breathing. It was enough. When the rays of sunshine peeked through the blinds in the morning, and bird song cascaded in his ears, Craig beamed and beamed because his best friend didn't die.

And he was looking forward to the moment when she'd finally open those emerald eyes and stare up at him.
He watched every rise and fall of her chest. When he felt he was strong enough, he obtained permission to shop for a dozen red roses which he placed by her bedstand. Maya frowned each time she saw him around Isla but he pretended not to see her. Better to ignore the woman than get into a war of words with her, which she would certainly win.

One week to Christmas, Isla glimpsed the world for the first time in days. She blinked. Wait, was she dreaming? Wasn't she supposed to be in heaven? Oh, maybe the angels sang her a lullaby last night. She was sure that she'd been too much trouble for them. They'd just sent her ass to bed before she screwed up again and God threw her back down to Earth.

"She's awake." Craig gasped, leaping from his bed to watch over her.

He leaned in close to scan her face until their heads brushed each other.

Isla made an attempt at sitting up but couldn't. He reached out to her and helped her sit upright, propping her up with pillows behind her back.

"What__ what the hell am I doing here?" She questioned.

He made no reply, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear instead. She grimaced and pushed his hand away.
"Answer my questions, asswipe."

He chuckled, "So bitchy already. Don't you ever take a break?"

Isla peered at him as if she'd never seen him before.
"You have four eyes? Two noses?"

Then he realized that her eyesight was impaired. But in a way, he liked it, so he teased her some more.