Author's note before I start this chapter: I fell down a flight of stairs in he train station earlier so don't make fun of shitty spelling ♡
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We're at the hospital. I'm sittin in the common room waiting for my colleagues to come back and give me news.
There is a cup of coffee in my hand. Cold. It's gone cold. I've barely even taken a sip.
My mind is a blur of 'what if's' and I hate it. I hate it so much but I'm frozen in place, I don't know what to do.
I raise my head slightly, gaze lowly shifting to a clock in the room.
11:44.
Fuck was it late but I was not tired. I had been sitting here for at least four damn hours. God forbid more.
The door to the common room freaks open. My head immediately turns, practically making my head spin off. A nurse walks through looking both tired and relieved.
"She's alive Dr. Young. Unconscious, but alive."
A sigh of utter relief leaves my mouth, it feel like a weight was pulled off my chest.
"Direct her main doctor to myself. I'll watch over her."
"Yes Dr. Young."
The nurse leaves. I immediately jump out of my chair, almost forcing the cup to fall off the marble table, and run down to the receptionist.
"Patient Juliet Marozova. Her room and floor please."
The receptionist looks taken aback by the sudden appearance but reached for her book and flicks a few pages.
"Floor 5, room 317. Age 21?"
"Yes. Thank you."
I rush to the elevator and click the glowing purple button with the white number ingraved on it '5'.
It takes a few endless minutes (a few seconds) to get to floor 5. I stride along the white corridors, blinded by my own will to get to her.
Room 309, Room 310, Room 311, Room 313.
Nope nope nope and nope again.
Fucks sake.
I speed up my strides.
Room 314, Room 317, Room 320- wait.
Room 317.
I take a few steps back and shove my way through the door and walk through the small corridor,if you'd even call it that,
The end of white blanket comes into view. Time stops as I walk further.
Juliet, unconscious, hooked up to so many different machines. She's pale. So pale my heart aches. I see files on her bedside table.
File 1: Juliet Marozova.
Full name: Juliet Fyodorovna Marozova
Place of birth: St Petersburg, Russia
Date of Birth: 16th November 2002
Age: 21
Parents: Unknown. Unknown.
Caretakers: foster family (abandoned)
Closest contact: -----------
Hospital record:
20010- broken arm + bruises
2015- neck bruises, drowning, cut.
2019- bullet removal surgery
2020- knife removal + stitches.
2022- re-applied stitches.
5. Juliet has had to go to the hospital 5 times in her life. Holy shit. Bullet wounds?! Knife removal?! Neck bruises?! Fucking drowning?!
I look up at the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed. My heart ached. She delt with all of this, the aftermath of it, and me being an asshole to her altogether.
Guilt and regret swarmed my stomach. My chest tightened.
My mind went blank. I was doing things without logically thinking about them.
Next thing I knew I was in the bed behind Juliet, arms around her waist, pulling her closer to myself. I'd locked the door before doing so.
She felt so soft yet so cold under my touch. God she felt amazing. I didn't know what I was doing.
What about Alyssa? I'm in the same bed as her best friend? What about-
Shut up.
Enjoy the moment you lonely fuck.
I sigh and look down at her peaceful face.
Gorgeous. She was absolutely gorgeous.
Pulling her closer to me, I lay my head on her shoulder, face against her neck.
I breathed in her cherry scented shampoo.
I want to stay in this moment forever. Never leave. Never let the miracle that lay in my hands go.
I closed my eyes. Peace.
So many unspoken words. So many truths yet to be revealed.
My love, my sweet love.
