AMARA CABOT
Warning: Sexual/mature themes ahead.
When I woke up, I was extremely uncomfortable.
My bones were cold, my eyes were heavy and I could barely breathe.
I peeled my tired eyes open and blinked a couple times, admiring the familiar roof of my bedroom, at Alec's house. I sighed, trying to open my mouth to call for someone, but there was something in the way.
My eyes widened as panic rose in my system. I sat up, wincing at the pain in my chest. I reached for the phone on my side table but knocked it over on accident, mentally cursing myself.
"Mmdjeeh- hlpppe." I mumbled out, my raw voice breaking.
Then the door burst open and a face I had longed to see appeared in front of me.
"You're awake." He whispered, warm hands holding my cheeks. I nodded, confused.
He kissed my forehead, "Doctor Burke, yeah, she's awake."
+ + +
The breathing tube that was lodged in my throat was now dislodged and I was breathing perfectly fine on my own. I was tucked into bed with soup, hot chocolate and a heated blanket.
Although the house was hot, and I knew the boys were overheating, I was still insanely cold.
"You had hyperthermia. In fact, you still do. Which is why your lips and fingertips are blue." Doctor Burke exclaimed.
I examined my fingertips, noticing the blue tinge on my pale fingers.
"You inhaled so much water you practically drowned yourself." Giovanni said. He was sat at the end of my bed, blonde hair in a long mop, "When you flew off the back of the boat, you hit the water with such force, it knocked you out. We could barely get you back." Alec muttered, stroking my hand.
Although I could barely feel his touch, I appreciated the gesture.
"I'm so sorry." I said.
"You don't need to apologise at all, none of this is your fault."
"Due to the weather being so cold and water basically being ice, if these boys hadn't got you out in time, I'm afraid we would have lose you."
"How long have I been out for?" I asked the question I was dreading.
Alec exchanged glances between Doctor Burke and the boys, "Nearly a week."
My eyes bulged out of my head, "Holy moly." I stuttered.
"We're just glad you're back."
+ + +
I had watched four movies and slept twice.
To say I was bored was an understatement.
I wiggled my toes and fingers, getting movement and feeling back as well as slight colour. I smiled proudly to myself.
"How are you holding up?" Giovanni asked me, handing me another cup of hot chocolate. I nodded, taking it from him, "I'm good. Not cold anymore but I do need to pee because this is the fourth cup of hot chocolate you've bought me today." I giggle.
Giovanni smiles and places the cup down, "I'm just worried Mar I mean- we thought you were dead." He said.
I blinked, "When Marco pulled you from the water, you weren't breathing and your pulse was barely even there."
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Angel With A Shotgun | 18+
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