𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀
Leonardo was pacing up and down the hospital ward drenched from the rain he had ran in, clutching his daughter tightly as he fought to save her. His hand went through in his messy, wet hair, grasping onto it as he exasperated in worry for Amalia.
I bit down hard onto my bottom lip, my eyes tightly closing momentarily as I tried to fight away the tingling feeling in my nose, and the stinging in my eyes as I felt the tears building from the fear of the sense of urgency and uncertainty.
The smell of the hospital ward overwhelmed me; there was a mixture of antiseptic, people's mixing scents and food as well as a faint hint of metallic scent in the emergency room we were waiting in.
It was difficult seeing her like that; the small baby wheezing for air, fighting for survival. Her neck had become swollen and she had completely lost consciousness, not responding to anything externally.
I sniffed, using the towel the nurse had given me to dab my face. It was cold, the rain had completely drenched me and my clothes stuck onto me uncomfortably. I was still feeling the effects of running so fast in the rain, my heart was pounding and my head throbbing as I tried to regain my breath.
My seat was cold and hard to sit on; my butt felt numb. My hands were still shaking though I tried to clasp them together and stop myself from shivering so much. The rain was still gushing down outside, spattering against the window, creating large puddles on the ground as people attempted to avoid them outside, their umbrellas up as they quickly ran for shelter. The sky was dark and gloomy, the rain seemed to be unwilling to stop.
My eyes were darting around everywhere, doctors in white cloaks holding clipboards and medical equipment circling around the place, nurses jogging in various directions to their patients that were wailing in pain, the emergency services bringing in new victims, some screaming, some crying and even some being revived back to life. That constant sound of the machine beeping, the repeated calls for the nurses was bringing a wave of anxiety to me. My panic amplified just thinking about Amalia hidden away by a large, green curtain being treated by so many different health professionals.
