HIS FROST BITE (A MICHAL MRÁZIK FAN FICTION)

Chapter 35: HIM

Stassie

When I opened my eyes that morning, I found myself sleeping in a room I did not recognize and panic surged through me. I looked around and saw that I was tied to tubes on my fingers and my arm. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks - I was at the hospital, not in my dorm room or my bedroom. How did I get here? As I sat up, a sharp pain shot through the left side of my torso, making me wince in discomfort.

Tears welled up in my eyes as everything started to come flooding back to me. I remembered fleeing from Michal's cheating ways, seeking solace in the unknown, only to end up here, in this sterile hospital room. As I tried to piece together the events that led me here, a nurse walked in and was surprised to see me awake.

The doctor came in next, performing tests and questioning me about my memory. I reassured him that I remembered everything, that I hadn't lost any recollection of the events that transpired. When I asked about my family, I found out they had been by my side for the past three days but had just left. Alone in a hospital bed, the gravity of my situation sank in deeper.

And then, there he was - Michal, standing at my bedside with a bouquet of flowers. My heart twisted in my chest at the sight of him. The man I had loved, the man who had betrayed me. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, to acknowledge his presence.

"I know I'm the last person you want to see right now," he began, his voice laced with remorse. "I did not mean to hurt you."

I couldn't hold back a derisive laugh. "Right," I shot back, unable to conceal the bitterness in my tone.

He looked at me, his eyes brimming with sorrow. "Yes, really. What happened with Tara was not intentional. We just fell for each other. We didn't mean to hurt you," his words cut through me like a knife.

"Tara did nothing wrong. The thing is you and I were not working for a long time and all we did was first"-"So you cheated?"

I interjected, not wanting to hear any more justifications.

"No, I didn't do this to spite you. She and I just connected," he tried to explain, his face etched with guilt.

My anger flared as his words sank in. He admitted to loving her, to wanting to move on from me because our relationship had run its course. The memories of our struggles and disagreements played out in my mind, and I knew deep down that things had not been working between us.

"I'm glad you're fine. You had us worried," he said, and I just nodded and looked away, feeling numb and in pain. The truth was a hard pill to swallow, and it was so painful.

He asked how I was feeling, and I sighed, hesitant but said "Sore." He then said, "I am here for you when you need me. That promise I will always keep, and seeing you hurt that day was really terrible. But I really want you to understand how much Tara means to me."

Before taking his leave, he spoke words that left me feeling hollow, mourning the love we once shared and the promises we had made to each other. Alone in my hospital room, the reality of his betrayal hit me like a ton of bricks.

As I lay there, tears streaming down my face, I couldn't help but mourn the loss of the life I thought we would have together. The man I loved had chosen someone else, leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart. And as I wept, the pain of his betrayal echoed through every fiber of my being, leaving me broken and bereft.