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55 - Back Home

VALENTINA'S POV

The first thing I feel is the throbbing of my head, it felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to my head, so I shifted to my side which just caused me more pain, but it stirred with the cold wind that soothes me.

I squint my eyes open, trying to figure out where I was but my pupil dilates and I have to blink a few times before my eyes adjust to the brightness of the room.
Moving my hands from my sides, lift them in front of my face and stare at them in a daze, they shake slightly and I get the feeling as if I was dreaming until it all came back to me.

The pain rushes back to me and stuns me so much that I drop down to the bed again. Finding my breathing fastening, there was beeping behind me making me worry more as I try to move faster. 

He wasn't here. 

Where is he? 

Where am I?
I tried to move out of the bed I was in but was stopped by cords tangled around my body and when I tried to move, the door of the room slammed open, making me freeze and look up slowly.

I was greeted with stressed eyes and eyebags under them.

My lips quiver as he approaches me and wraps his arms around me and I break out in tears. My hands brush through his hair in desperation to make sure that I wasn't dreaming, and once I confirm it, my lips pressed together to suppress my sobs.

"Oh, Angel..." he whispered tenderly as he caressed my back but his hand trailed to my face to wipe my tears. "Why are you crying?"

I had to stifle my cries to talk, and my head tilts up as my eyes clear to see his pearly smile and the stress now gone from his gaze. 

"I'm just glad you're okay," I blubber and he looks at me humorously and then gestured to my wounded chest.

"Even if you're not?" he asks and I nod without any hesitation, just making him smile helplessly and I shrug to myself, pulling him onto the bed and closer to me. His arms curling around me with ease, I melt into him and hold him for... I don't even know how long. 

"At least we're even now," I say and I could feel him smiling against my skin when he rests his head on my bare shoulder until we were interrupted by a knock at the door. His lips form into a scowl when the person came in without waiting for an answer.

Francis groans to this as his grip tightens around me, not letting me look up to see who it was to which I laughed.

"Christ, Francis! Move over, will you?" I heard a voice scoff before Francis finally released me from his death grip and allowed me to see who it was, bringing tears to the brim in my eyes when I see her.

"Quinn?" I shuddered quietly and looked at her in awe as she stood before me. She no longer had the long, blood-red hair that she always pulled off, but short black hair to her shoulders. She looked amazing, but the guilt ripped me from the inside as I saw how much I missed out on.

She pushes past Francis as soon as I say her name, squeezing me into a hug and pushing the breath out of me so I couldn't speak, all I could do was hug back.

"I hated you leaving," she whispered, pain lacing her voice as she rested her chin on my shoulders I frowned to myself, but she squeezes tighter. "But I missed you even more." She said finally lifting some guilt off my shoulders as we stay hugging until there was, yet another knock at the door heard before it bursts open.