Prince Leonardo's' Virtues

Chapter 27

We were standing outside the hospital room and my entire body was shaking, my heart was shattered and I felt like I could just fall and maybe wake up and learn this was all a nightmare... But it wasn't not this time.

I looked up as the doctor came out. Her face not giving anything away leaving me to my own assumptions.

She was about to bow to me and waved my hand to stop her even though it is disrespectful to not bow to acknowledge royalty but there was no time for this not now.

"We have managed to stop the bleeding and stabilize him for now but the bullet went deep in his chest and cut off his lungs for a short time which can lead to brain damage so our only hope is that he pull through this and wakes up".

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from sobbing out again, I've cried so much tonight and my eyes were hurting.

"Can I see him?". I sniffed out.

She nodded her head and I turned to my family." I want to be alone with him" my mother's eyes were red and teary as my father held on to her she nodded and Sarah looked like she wanted to sleep gave me small smile.

I opened the door and held on to my chest. He was laying there with tubes hooked up to his chest and one over his mouth.

I walked closer to him and my hands were trembling with nerves as I reached him. I ran my fingers down the side of his face, the stubble on his face pricked my fingers lightly.

I tried my best to suppress the sobs but I just couldn't I sat down on the chair near the bed as I let the pain take toll on my already shattered heart.

I'm so sorry Leo, I blame myself for this all. For your father hating you, for all the mess that popped into your life the minute I entered.

Maybe you should have chosen Lacey should would have surely occupied herself in your jewellery room.

What am I saying, none of them were deserving of this man...."neither were you"..a voice in the back of my head said to me.

I sighed, I should be the one lying here not him, he didn't deserve this.......I doubt someone as cruel as his father would wish this on their own flesh and blood, but then again how did she get into the room he was in?.

I walked out of the room towards the guards. "What was she doing in his room last night?" My voice curious.

"When we entered there was what appeared to be a secret passageway In the wall Your Highness".

"So they were in there alone?"

This is not the time to be jealous....the thought that they were in there alone is unnerving.

They better have already executed her by the time I get back there because if I see her face one more time I may be forced to do it myself.

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2 weeks later

I was sitting in his room in a chair by his bed with my sketchbook in my hand. The place was cool and calm with only the sound of the machines beeping out through the room.

They said he started breathing on his own which is a good thing, and I saw his hand moved once last week which made my hope grow.

The doctor came in ten minutes ago to check on him and gave me a small smile as left the room.

I put my hand in his as I rested my head on the bed near him. The memory of our wedding night flashed in my mind and a small smile played it's way across my lips. Such good memories...

I felt his hand move in mines and I raised my head up slightly to watch him.

He was stirring slightly as his hand gripped mines softly. My eyes were wide as I looked over at him. He was moving, this was good.

His head turned to face me slowly and I could see his eyes peeking out slightly as if he was a baby who was about to take his first sight.

His eyes opened slowly and the grip on my hand tightened, too tight actually.

"Pain" his voice hoarse and barely audible." Pain" he said as he crushed my hand with his.

"Nurse!" I shouted.

The sound of her feet coming quickly echoed in the hall.

"He keeps saying pain, I think he's hurting!" I say loudly as she comes over to the bed.

Some more nurses flooded the room as they took out some medications and injected him with it. I watched as he calmed down, his breathing was hard and fast.

"That should help with the pain". The nurse said to him.

After they walked out of the room it grew silent as I watched him intently.

Thank god he pulled through.

He was staring up at the ceiling strangely as if he it was interesting. His eyes shifted over to mines and a soft smile etched the corner of his lips and I gave him a smile in return.

"You have the most captivating eyes I have ever seen" his voice still hoarse." It reminds me of a ring my mother would wear" those words again...they sounded strange as though they were new to his lips.

"Like this?" I said as I showed him the ring on my finger.

His eyes were wide in shock as he stared at them." Yes, how did you get it?" His voice curious.

How did I get it? Realization hit me then and there. He lost his memory......

"Give me a minute, you must be thirsty" I said and he nodded.

I walked out the room and went over to the nurse.

"He doesn't remember me" I say in shock.

"Your Highness, memory loss is common in victims who has suffered forms of tragedy that was due to brain damage which was caused by the stoppage of breathing".

"Will he get them back?" I asked quickly.

She gave me an apologetic look." Some of them do, sometimes the things they see, smell, hear or touch can trigger a memory for them. We just have to hope he does". Her voice sympathetic.

I walked over to his door and I sighed heavily, all our bittersweet memories gone but not forgotten........

Amazingdaydreamer

"Gasps" He's not dead!!!!!!! I know I scared you......but a memory loss? Oh my, sweet sweet Leonardo