Her Last Wish

Her Last Wish - Chapter Twenty Eight

Her Last Wish
Chapter Twenty Eight
Sean
(Saturday)

"Get my pretty girl home will you?" Rose says softly, stroking her fingers through Sang's hair. We've been here for a few hours and it's starting to get late. Sang fell asleep a little while ago, curled up into Rose's side, her head resting on Rose's shoulder, her hands tucked under her chin.

"Of course," Owen says.

"I'll carry her down to the car." Silas stands from his seat, picking Sang's keys up from the rolling table and tossing them over to Nathan who catches them easily.

Silas tucks his arms under Sang's body, who immediately reacts, trying to push him away. "Go home, pretty girl. I'll be here tomorrow," Rose says to her softly. "I promise."

Sang sighs, relaxing. "Okay. I love you, Nan."

"I love you more."

Sang let's Silas pick her up, wrapping her arms around his neck. He and Nathan leave the hospital room, leaving the rest of them with Rose. The moment the door closes, Rose lets out a heavy sigh. "Thank you for looking after her."

I grin, getting up from my chair. "She's actually been taking care of me today," I tell her, reaching for her file at the end of the bed. The nurse popped in just before Sang fell asleep to do her observations but I may as well do them before I leave. The thought of leaving makes my stomach twist, acid rising, but I push the feeling away.

"You look better rested than what you did this morning. Good. I'm glad she dragged you home to sleep."

Rose grins and for a moment, I just stare at her. Yes, she's looking better today considering she only had surgery a few days ago, but how much longer is she going to look like this? Like she has so much life left inside her? I hope that she will be one of those people that don't deteriorate obviously like some do. I hope for her that it will be like she's tired, goes to sleep and never wakes up. I wonder if she'll know when the time comes; it's surprising how many people do know that it's their time before they pass. Will Rose be one of them?

"I'm not going anywhere yet, so don't look at me like that."

"How do you know?" Victor asks, speaking the question I was about to ask myself.

She looks over at him but I keep my eyes focused on her, going old school and resting my finger against her pulse on her wrist. I start counting, looking at the watch on my wrist, though my ears are straining to hear every word Rose has to say. "It's hard to explain; every night I dream of my husbands, of my daughter, and each time they tell me that I will wake up, because it's not time. If anything, today I feel stronger. Will I feel the same tomorrow? Or will I be weaker? I just know in my heart that it's not time yet." Sighing, Rose relaxes back into her pillows and closes her eyes. "I'm not tired mentally or emotionally, but it sometimes feels like my body is. My heart though...it's still strong. Still beating. And while it is, I'll wake up at dawn, watch the sun rise, and see my granddaughter happy. That's all I want."

Tears burn at my eyes but I blink them away and focus on my task of doing a quick observation check. When I see everything as it should be, I put her file away and then pick her hand up. "We're going to go. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Look after my girl." Rose looks around the room as the rest of the guys get to their feet, moving the chairs to stack them into the corner of the room out of the way. "Our girl."

My heart. It clenches with grief and then soars with happiness. Is this how Sang feels? No wonder she doesn't know which emotion to listen to the most. "Our girl," I repeat, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand before promptly leaving the room. I walk towards the elevator but wait for the others as they say goodbye. I press my hands to my knees, leaning over as I catch my breath and try to calm my heart.