Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 2

                         Chapter Two
                        EMMA'S POV.

Present Day.

   I gently pull my eyelids open to the light in front of me. And I gaze in wonder, seeing my whereabouts while I'm trying to process my last events. And some of it comes in blurry and fuzzy almost like being lightheaded. And then soon, I feel like I'm falling in mid air miles and miles down. And my heart hammers so fast and hard that I feel like screaming.

The only thing I am glad at seeing is the familiar face I see. I see Christopher staring directly at me, and I notice his big gray eyes just gazing down at me. But I know he said something but his voice sounded very distorted. But I tried everything to find my vision and to be able to speak but with the oxygen on my nose and mouth, I couldn't speak. And it only took me a couple of seconds to realize what happened.

I remember being embraced in Christopher's arms. I remember hearing loud sirens wailing. I remember seeing fire trucks. And I remember seeing fire and smoke. And I remember a bullet. A bullet that shot into me. I remember all of it. And it's all stuck in my head, that I started to panic. I wanted to cry Christopher's name and ask him exactly what happened to me but when I tried reaching for my oxygen to take off, he stopped me and threw my hands back down. And he reminded me not to talk. Next thing I know is he's calling for a bunch of nurses and that's when they come into the room and they notice me being awake, but I had a bunch of lights in my face and still my vision wasn't so good and also my hearing was very distorted, but I tried breathing but I noticed how painful it was to breathe.

Christopher stayed on the opposite side of the room by the window. And the nurses had brought in the doctor. I think they said his name was Doctor Stringer. And he was seeing how much he wanted quite a response, and all I thought about was trying to be nothing but perfectly okay by actually giving Christopher the idea that I wanted him beside me. But I couldn't speak if I wanted to because I was in too much pain.

   "Emma, we're gonna give you some morphine through your IV. It'll help with your pain." One of the nurses said, and all I could do was nod silently.

   I actually couldn't help but just still feel awfully tired. I just wanted to close my eyes again. And I could only think about was wanting Christopher to be with me no matter what because the last time we were apart it had all gotten messed up. And suddenly, I started falling under. I couldn't keep my eyes open for another second and then I fell right to sleep.

     I had blacked out and I returned into my slumber as I was already in hours before.

       I woke up silently and I felt like it had been hours earlier. And when I was lying there, I saw the shades were drawn. And I saw my dad sitting in the armchair that sat right beside next to my hospital bed between with a nightstand that had a lamp. And I saw a pitcher of water and a cup sitting there. My dad looked awfully exhausted. And I had breathed finally and I'm guessing the medicine kicked in because I wasn't in pain as much as I was earlier.

   "Dad." I was finally able to speak, but lightly.

      Dad shifted from his chair, and I had seen him leap forward so quickly for my assistance as if I was in trouble. And I remained calm, while he made his way to me with an embrace.

    "I'm so glad to see your awake. I knew you'd pull through." Dad smiled, pulling from the embrace.

    I relaxed my head into the pillows, staying elevated. I looked around to see Christopher, but he was nowhere in sight.

   "What happened dad?" I suddenly asked, just trying to see if I remember everything right.

  "You don't remember?" He seemed so shocked but it's like he understood why I would be asking. Well duh of course he would he's a surgeon. He knows all about medical.