who is...she?

twenty-nine

?GF? POV

the days after waking up were a blur. doctors and nurses constantly coming in and out, checking my vitals, adjusting machines, and whispering things i didn't understand. alexia was always there, though. even when she had to step out, i could feel her presence, like an anchor holding me to this world.

but the bullet—it was still inside me. lodged deep in my skull, a piece of metal that could still take everything away. the doctors had explained the surgery to me, told me how dangerous it was, how they had to wait until i was strong enough. they talked about risks, about brain damage, paralysis, and the worst possibility—death.

i tried not to think about it. i tried to focus on the fact that i was alive, that i had somehow made it this far. but when the day finally came, the fear hit me hard. i lay there in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, my body tense, waiting for them to come and wheel me into the operating room.

alexia sat beside me, her hand gripping mine, her eyes filled with worry she was trying so hard to hide. i could see right through her, though. she was scared—maybe more scared than i was.

"you'll be okay," she whispered, her voice soft but shaking. "you're strong. you'll get through this."

i wanted to believe her. i wanted to believe that everything would be fine, that i'd come out of this surgery and we'd go back to our lives, like none of this ever happened. but a part of me knew it wasn't that simple. nothing would ever be the same again.

"ale..." my voice was still hoarse, but i needed to say something, anything. "if... if something goes wrong..."

she cut me off, shaking her head quickly, her grip tightening on my hand. "don't say that. nothing's going to go wrong."

but the look in her eyes told me she knew the truth. we both did.

the door opened, and the surgeon walked in, his face calm and professional, but there was a weight behind his eyes. he explained the procedure one last time, but i barely heard him. all i could focus on was the way alexia was holding my hand, like she was afraid to let go. like if she held on tight enough, she could keep me safe.

when it was time, they began to wheel me out of the room. alexia walked beside me as far as they'd let her, and then she had to stop at the door. she leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead, her lips trembling.

"i love you," she whispered. "i'll be right here when you wake up."

i nodded, my throat too tight to speak, and then the doors closed behind me.-----

the bright lights in the operating room felt cold, sterile, like everything was too clean, too sharp. i could hear the doctors talking, the clink of instruments, the sound of machines beeping steadily in the background. it all felt surreal, like i was floating outside of myself, watching from a distance.

they told me to count backward from ten, the anesthesia taking hold as my vision started to blur. i tried to focus on alexia's face, on the sound of her voice telling me everything would be okay. but as the darkness took over, fear gripped me again—what if this was it? what if i didn't wake up?

*ten... nine... eight...*

and then there was nothing.

alexia's pov

waiting was the worst part. i sat in the waiting room, my hands clenched in my lap, my heart racing so fast it felt like it was going to explode. the hours stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity. i couldn't stop picturing her lying on that table, the doctors cutting into her, the bullet lodged in her skull.

what if something went wrong?

i pushed the thought away, trying to focus on the positive. she was strong. she had survived the impossible once, and she would survive this. she had to. but the fear was still there, gnawing at me, no matter how hard i tried to ignore it.

her friend was sitting beside me, but neither of us spoke. there was nothing to say. all we could do was wait.

after what felt like forever, the surgeon finally walked into the room. i jumped up, my heart in my throat, searching his face for any sign of what had happened.

"the surgery went well," he said, his voice calm but cautious. "we were able to remove the bullet, but she's not out of the woods yet. the next 24 hours are critical. we'll need to monitor her closely for any complications."

relief flooded through me, but it was quickly followed by a new wave of anxiety. *not out of the woods yet.* i nodded, trying to hold it together, but my hands were still shaking.

"can i see her?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded. "she's in recovery now. you can sit with her, but she's still under the anesthesia."i followed him down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. when we reached the room, i saw her lying there, her face pale, tubes and wires connected to her body, the machines beeping steadily.

but she was alive.

a/n

shorter chapter but i hope the other chapter make sup for all of these short ass chapters

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