His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Thirteen: Alexios

    As the reception came to a close, I  took her hand, and led her to the elevator. As we entered, the doors shut behind us. "Tabitha," I spoke as if I was trying to say something, but didn't quite know the words.
     The conversation from the limo lingered in my mind. She kept insisting that I didn't know the full story, but I refused to ask her for it. If I felt this horribly about her now, how could I trust her.
     The ease with which she glided around in the snow with Clarissa despite being in heels and a ballgown was amazing. She had looked almost regal, but when we returned to the limo and we spoke softly as Clarissa slept, it became clear that she may not be the woman I believed her to be.
     "Don't, please. I'm too tired to be able to discern your sincerity. Besides, this is new and flashy. Before long, the uniqueness of this moment will fade and you'll be back to treating me like a bug on your shoe. But I can take it, as long as you show Clarissa the warmth you'll never direct at me," she mumbled as she held her head.
     I looked down at her, now that she wore her sneakers I was a full head or two taller than her. "Are you alright?" I asked her as the elevator came to an abrupt halt.
     "I- think I'm-" she mumbled as she fell forward, gripping the railing in the elevator. "Something isn't-" she continued as I moved to steady her. "If I- Clarissa - be good," she mumbled as her body collapsed into my arms.
     "Hey, Tabitha, Tabitha wake up!" I called out worriedly. I lowered us both to the ground, her pulse was weak. I reached up and smashed the emergency call button but no response came except for an annoying hold music. And a recording stating that someone would be with us shortly.
      "Tabitha please, I need you to wake up, please. Open your eyes for me," I whispered moving the stray hairs from her face. I took out my cellphone and dialed 911.
     "911- what is the nature of your emergency?" The dispatcher spoke.
     "This is Alexios Laventis. My wife Tabitha and I are trapped in an elevator at the Regency hotel off of main street. Shortly after the elevator stopped, she collapsed. I'm not sure what to do, we need help," I blurted out.
      "Sir, units are on their way to your location, do you know if your wife is breathing?" The dispatcher asked.
       "She is," I replied worriedly. "Her pulse is getting weaker though."
        "The best thing you can do for your wife is to keep talking to her and trying to get her to wake up fully.
       "Is she diabetic?" The woman on the other end of the phone asked.
       "I don't know," I replied.
       "Is she on any medications that have vertigo or dizziness as a side effect?"
        "I don't know," I replied feeling worse and worse with her every question. Tabitha could be dying and I wouldn't know it.
        "Does she have a history of any conditions that may cause similar symptoms?"
        "I think we have already established that I don't know anything about my wife's medical history," I growled in response. It was true, I didn't. I wish I had at least gotten medical records beyond the knowledge of her two "procedures" when I had looked into her. I was just so upset that I couldn't bear the thought of someone I'd cared about making that choice. But now, I finally had a name to use to search up on her and I would as soon as we got out of here.