New Life (Book 4)

Chapter 19

St. Bernard's Hospital

Sunday, 19 October

13.45hrs

I sat in the chair in between Kyle's bed and mine and listened to the slow ongoing beeps of his heart rate monitor, counting every beat of his still functioning heart as he lay there in a coma with tubes around his mouth to allow him to breathe.

Since the day they rushed us to hospital in the ambulance he's been living off a machine that's helped keep him alive.

I can still recall the moments after the ambulance loaded us both into the back and my father joined us on the way to the hospital. Kyle was rushed into critical care and they spent a good five hours operating on him after the amount of damage he took shielding us both from the bombardment.

The doctors themselves said it very clearly, it's a miracle he's survived such an ordeal but he has still suffered so much damage to his spine it's now uncertain if he'll ever walk again – but now the only real concern is if he'll ever wake up from his coma.

I rubbed at the freshly clean bandage the nurse put over my shoulder this morning whilst my arm hung in the sling they provided me with.

Sleeping with it these last few nights hasn't been very comfortable but I've taken greater comfort in the fact Kyle and I have been given our own room together, at the request of Lauren who wanted to make sure I never leave his side – and since that day I never have.

Until he does wake up I promise not to leave his side, no matter what.

His grandparents wasted no time in rushing down here from Spain as soon as they were notified by the police about the incident. They've been staying in our house whilst I've been here in hospital alongside him.

Along with them both my parents and family, Daniel and Lucy, even Jessica and Sofia have made efforts in coming to visit us both almost every day since that horrible event.

The police notified me that Zachariah was arrested shortly after my father and I gave statements on what had happened and this time he was going to press charges, against his own son for attempted murder on my life and assaulting my fiancé.

Since his arrest I don't know what else has become of Zachariah and I don't care.

All I care about right now is for my fiancé to recover and wake up in time before our baby is born.

I felt another kick in my womb as I gently caressed the centre of my belly below my light blue pyjama top. The doctors had checked on her condition shortly after taking us in and I was just glad to find out Nahla hadn't suffered any harm in the attack, all thanks to the noble sacrifice of her wonderful father in protecting her.

In protecting us!

But every time I think back to Kyle jumping in front of me to shield me, all it does is bring tears to my eyes at what it has cost him to keep us safe.

There is no amount of gratitude I can show that will ever be enough to repay Kyle for what he has done for us should he ever wake up. After this I can never doubt his genuine love for me.

I felt the sting of a tear fall down my cheek just as I heard a sudden knock at the door. I quickly wiped away the tear with my hand seconds before the door opened and I saw Lucy's head pop through, attempting to smile the moment she saw me.

'Hey,' she said lowly.

'Hello,' I replied managing a smile.

Lucy stepped through the door and closed it behind her.