There's not much injuries to me or Trevor, we both are mostly fine. Trevor is shaken up but is sleeping now.
I look at the people around me, they are all worried. Most of the doctors of the hospital have come once or twice to check on Bonnie.
I look at her. She's got two broken ribs and a dislocated arm. They're waiting for her wake up and check for any brain injuries.
This feels like Rachel, all over again. I loved that woman and she died giving birth to my precious boy.
Rachel, the name of mother of my child, doesn't hurt me that much anymore. Lately her name has become more of a delicate flower like beautiful memory rather than the thorny painful flashes of her last image.
And Bonnie, I'll be devastated if something happens to her. I've been there before I don't want to feel that again.
Is this worth it? Is all this love worth it? What if something happens again? What if-
I notice a little movement, her fingers, they are moving.
Slowly she opens her eyes, blinks a few times, I press the call button to call the nurse. When she rushes in I inform her to tell call the doctor.
In the flurry of movement, she tries to grab my attention by reaching out for me, I immediately hold her hand, lightly.
"Are you okay? Is Trevor okay?", she asks in a very raspy voice.
Even if she's the one with injuries.
This is when I understand that even if this love hurts, I want it. I want all of it, everything with her.
I want to make her mine.
This is definitely a very shitty place and time for this realisation but I know now that I can't live without this woman.
The doctor or should I say doctors came to check on her. Her reflexes are fine, her speech is good, she's a bit dizzy but her head clears in a bit.
Then there are plenty of visitors, they just leave after seeing her vitals. Crotch won't leave her side either. I can say that she's loved here.
But then she's Bonnie, she's loved everywhere.
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