Cruel Intentions - Vegas/ Pete Fan Fiction

Revival

FWI- some mature content. 

One week later 

Pete

 I had awoken to the most terrible dream, Vegas had been killed in the most brutal way a man can die and worst off he had been alone. I had tried to call out to him in the middle of the dark room, but the sounds coming out of my mouth were soft and hoarse despite my efforts to sound louder, I tried standing but I fell straight to the ground dizzy and feeling nauseous alerting the care takers attending to me, rapidly taking me to the hospital. A few hours later, my dream seeming all too real when the Dr treating me received a call from Porsche saying Vegas was not well and that he needed emergency care. Fighting every nurse and the Dr at my care I forced them to take me where Vegas was being treated and I nearly died at the scene. Vegas  laid in the hospital bed looking sickly having lost so much weight the hollowness of his cheekbones were evident in his current state even the deep ridges of his eye socket were visible making him look more skeletal than human.Porsche described what Vegas doing prior to him bringing Vegas in and the Dr begun moving fast kicking everyone out except me who watched from a corner. Nurses prepping IV lines, them flushing out his stomach which Vegas woke long enough to vomit but then fell back into a deep sleep. His once strong frame had looked rugged and weak but the most outstanding thing of all was the smile on his face as he called out for me. Looking at Vegas now who was curled up in a tight ball once again fighting the cold sweats and the tremors that were wrecking havoc on his body I know I had made the right call to have him brought to my private island. I had hired the best private medical staff on the market and shipped them along with me and My future husband to Vegas Isle to focus on our recovery. As expected, we didn't come alone, Kinn and the crew tagged along claiming it would do everyone good to get some rest, not that I had invited them, and not that I didn't see Kinns intent; I had secrets and everyone was waiting for an explanation. Lucky for me, I had a 10 bedroom home to accommodate the very unwanted guest and their drama, and I had the perfect excuse to keep everyone at bay for awhile.  I sat looking towards the beach from my wheelchair deeply wishing I could sprint off to it and lose myself in the vastness of the ocean for a few hours. I had forgotten the feeling and now that I was temporarily bound to a wheelchair I truly wanted to feel the water around me again and loose myself to the man I had waited for all these years.

" Any changes?" asked Tankhun coming into our room going straight to Vegas who was fighting his demons in his sleep. He was thrashing around screaming at someone to leave him alone and the spasms of cold sweat evident as his body screamed for more poison. It was hard to see my love like this, to witness the extent of his suffering of the past year, knowing he endured the best he could like he always did when he found himself alone for the sake of family. I fisted my wrist feeling guilty; things would have been different if my plan had been followed like I had ordered them, but "ifs" don't exist and now here we are. Tankhun surprisingly,  had become overly caring of Vegas despite their hateful interactions in the past running his hand up and down his back cuddling him softly and reassuring him that he was safe. I smiled at the scene before me, never in a million years would I ever thought to see Tankhun of all people care for the Devil he hated the most. I guess there was hope after all. 

"I can't hate him for what he did to Pa." Khun whispered, "Dad deserved it, but it's unfortunate don't you think, Vegas went crazy the whole year you were sleeping, and now you're awake and Vegas is sleeping... I am so tired of all this tragic stories in our life." He said running a cold damp cloth through Vegas chest and back trying to calm him down enough to allow a much deeper sleep. "Do you think Vegas will sleep for a whole year like you did?" I shook my head to his response. 

"He was awake yesterday" I stated "He's been in and out, calling out to me almost like he's dreaming and then falls asleep again. Dr. says its normal, since his body is cleansing, the cold sweats and tremors are going to make him feel out of it." Khun nodded, continuing to clean Vegas even though I had just done that a moment earlier.