Dancing with the Devil || Complete

~Guardian Angel~

Chapter 7🥀

I never knew my final breath would be like this. In my mind I hoped it would be peaceful.

Instead it's panicked, I'm frantic and horrified...I don't want to die..but maybe this is for the best...

I find it funny though...I knew dying would be painful..but somehow the reason it's so painful is not because I'm losing air, it's because he left...

Dying is somehow not as painful as the aching in my chest at the thought that I was left here...to die...that HE left ME......

I shut my eyes, accepting my fate...

A tear manages to escape...falling....

*It's so weird, it's as if I'm being lifted up into heaven. I feel my body levitating, my arms are limp, and so is the rest of my body...*

"Nola..I've got you.....

.....don't.......leave..

.....me!.....

....NOLA!...

       BREATHE!

BREATHE!"

"Aghh!" I gasp aloud as I catch my breath.

I'm grasping onto my life source, it's an oxygen mask.

Coughing, and intaking oxygen, are the only things I'm doing most.

*Oh god...come on Nola..we can do this..just BREATHE.*

"That's it...breaathee...oh god Nola....come on..pleasee...wake up PLEASE!"

Carefully, I begin to flutter the orbs on my face.

Until finally my eyes open.

I see Mateo holding me in his arms. I'm on what seems to be a hospital bed?

*Did he carry me here?...*

I must be in their hospital, the one specifically made to aid people in Mateo's Mafia.

"Mateo?...." my raspy voice barely able to let out a word.

"Hey...it's ok Nola. I've got you..I'm here.." he pulls me closer. He's practically got my head wrapped in his arms.

Just then the doctor comes into my viewpoint. He looks at me, a pitiful look on his face.

Changing his expression before he turns to look at Mateo.

"She'll be fine. But be more careful with her, she can't over exhaust, or be near..smoke." the doctor says the last part slightly judgingly, but manages to hide it well.

Mateo is too focused on me to even care.

I look up at him, as he turns my head to the side to face him.

"Nola..I'm so sorry I didn't even know..fuck! There's no way I'm letting you fucking leave me first! I was scared shitless!... Y-You can't leave me too..."

He holds my chin tightly, gliding it up slowly onto my jaw. His deep dark eyes look pained..with a mix of terror. But a gentleness can be seen, it's like he's truly worried for me, as if he....cares?...

*So..he is scared of losing me?.....Wait what does he mean I can't leave him too?..is he talking about his wife?...but didn't he supposedly kill her?....unless he didn't....but does he truly care?..or maybe he is  just a complete psycho.*

"I-I'm sorry..?"

*WAIT why am I APOLOGIZING?!..I mean I guess that's just the way I am..AGH! WHY??*