Scared To Love You Again

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Leila

The doctors wouldn't let me rest because they're afraid I could fall into a coma. They've been in and out of my room every five minutes, making sure that I don't go to sleep. Apparently, Marcus hit me so hard in the back of my head that he almost damaged a brain cell. How can I rest at this time anyways? Damian could be dying somewhere in this hospital.

"Ohhh." I groaned, attempting to rise from the bed.

"No, no, no, babygirl. You gotta stay here." The strong, masculine toned doctor says to me.

"I need to get to-

"Please, Ms. Campbell. I can't let you go anywhere until you're all better. Just lay back for me. Okay?"

I complied as he used one of his tools to check my eyes. The bright light throws off my eyesight by a smidge causing me to scooch away.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just need to make sure your concussion isn't too fatal." He steps away, jotting something down in his notes.

"Is it bad?"

"You'll just have to be real careful for a few weeks. Try to stay away from any loud noises as much as you possibly can." He gazes back over to me from his clipboard with charming eyes. "Can you do that for me?"

Who the fuck does he think he is? I cleared my throat. "Umm... There was someone else who came in here with me tonight..."

He nods. "Yes. Damian Romano."

"How is he? Is he okay?"

"At the moment, I'm not sure. I know they're doing all they can, but I promise to come back when I receive some news. Okay?"

I sunk back into the bed. "Thank you, Dr..."

"Moretti."

"Dr. Moretti." I repeated back.

"Try to relax, Leila. You don't wanna stress yourself more. Now, I'll be back to check up on you. I just got word that your family's here. You're also in the clear of receiving visitors, but only two at a time. Would you like for me to send anyone back here for you?"

"Nianna Barnett and Imani Romano. They're my sisters."

"Sure thing. I'll be five minutes." Dr. Moretti leaves my room, leaving me alone in my hospital gown.

I rest my head back against the pillow I was given. Thinking about every sweet memory I've ever had with Damian. From the very first time we met to us growing up together. All the adventures, arguments, and mind blowing sex we've had... just to come all the way to this point. It's like I'm slowly losing him all over again. I don't know what it is, but it just seems like the world just doesn't want us together. Like that night....

Flashback
Eight and a half years ago....

Damian decided to take me on a date to go see the new Suicide Squad in theaters. After the movie was over, we went for a nighttime stroll through the park and he bought us some ice cream after.

"You didn't like the movie, baby?"

"Ehh. It was cool but... I don't know. I just wasn't feelin' the Joker. I fuck with the tattoos but how he betrayed his overall character? Nah."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I kind of thought he was sexy."

"Of course you did. Any hormone crazed woman would think a man with a sadistic sense of humor is sexy. Y'all so worried about his appearance and how he was coming about Harley Quinn, but I bet you never read the comics about them. Did you?"