The Don of Night✔

Thirty

"The doctor said you can wake up any day now," Ellie said as she leaned back in her chair and look at Vincent. He didn't move or responded which was what Ellie expected. She sighed. "But, you were always one for the flare of dramatics so you might come to when I least expected it," she said lowly to herself.

It was now two weeks and Vincent still hadn't woken up. 

She questioned herself heavily in the beginning and especially after her chat with Kian in his smoke room. 

Ellie knew she should stop coming here, but she couldn't. She literally couldn't. 

Even when leaving Vincent seemed understandable, she couldn't leave her brother alone.

Vincent's wounds had almost healed now. It was almost like that night never happened. Like Ellie didn't find out that her family was in the mafia.

It was so absurd.

Ellie knew on this part of healing, she had to address her roots or in other words family drama.

She was fine with accepting her birth parents, but finding out about her adoptive parents and what they had done was a hard pill for her to swallow.

She knew they believed they were right when they went after Kian's father. They thought they were avenging their friends, but then she wondered if they knew what her birth parents were doing to cause Kian's father's wrath in the first place. 

There's no way they knew that. Right?

Because if they knew and still venture to defend their friends, which are her birth parents, then they are just as bad as them. 

In conclusion, Ellie was still on the fence about how to accept everything. 

She barely was accepting the fact that they had died and now to find out how and why was worse. 

"Andra"

The graved voice startled Ellie to the point she flew up out of a seat. She stared wide eyed at Vincent whose sunken eyes fluttered open.

"Vincent?" she gasp, she wasn't sure she had heard him. Maybe she was going crazy.

Of course, that wouldn't shock her. It would actually make sense. She was surprised she hadn't gone crazy yet anyway.

Vincent's brown eyes came into view as he looked at her groggily and then around the room. "Where am I?"

His voice was scratchy and hoarse. Ellie reached for the cup of water she kept refilling in hopes of him waking up. "Here, drink this"

Vincent looked at the water and tilted his head up to sip it. He started coughing immediately and Ellie pulled him up to pat his back.

He stilled in her arms, his head bent as he stared at the sheet. She had no idea that he would wake up or even be able to remember her. 

The doctor, who she finally was able to talk to, made her aware that Vincent wasn't high on the probability chart. He had the tubes removed from his mouth and was starting to heal, but the doctor still didn't give Ellie much hope that he'll live. 

"Are you okay?" she asked him, but Vincent didn't look up at her. She rests the cup of water on the table nearby and returns to her seat beside him.

A moment of silence swept by. Ellie could feel the atmosphere shifting to one filled with tension. When she should be feeling happy that her brother had woken up, it felt like she was in the room with a stranger.

The anger she felt towards him was still there, though.  

"Vincent-"

"I remember everything," he said, his brown eyes finally looking up at her. Ellie swallowed as she saw the deep regret in his glassy eyes. "Andra, I- I" he couldn't finish his sentence.