Hate to love S2

11.

Becky's PoV

I woke up to a dull ache in my head and a feeling of heaviness in my body. The sterile scent of the hospital room hit me, and I realized where I was. As my vision cleared, the first thing I saw was Freen, sitting beside me, holding my hand. Her head was resting on the bed, and she looked like she had fallen asleep that way.

My heart skipped a beat seeing her so close, so vulnerable. I gently squeezed her hand, and she stirred, slowly lifting her head. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, we just looked at each other in silence.

"Freen," I whispered, my voice raspy from disuse.

"Becky!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with relief. "You're awake. Thank god." She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Yeah, I'm awake," I said, trying to smile but wincing from the pain. "What happened?"

"You fainted and hit your head. One of your employees couldn't control his bike and hit you. You lost a lot of blood, but the doctors said you're going to be okay," Freen explained, her voice trembling slightly.

I tried to process what she said. Fainted? Hit my head? It was all a blur. I remembered feeling dizzy and then nothing. "How long have I been here?" I asked.

"Since yesterday morning," Freen replied. "I've been so worried."

I looked at her, surprised. There was genuine concern in her eyes, a look I wasn't used to seeing. "You stayed here all night?"

"Of course I did," Freen said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I couldn't leave you like this."

A warmth spread through me at her words. Despite everything, she cared. I felt a lump form in my throat. "Thank you, Freen," I said softly.

She squeezed my hand. "Don't thank me. Just focus on getting better, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a wave of emotion I couldn't quite explain. For so long, I had built walls around myself, convincing myself that no one cared. But here was Freen, breaking through those walls, showing me that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't as alone as I thought.

"How are you feeling?" Freen asked, her eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.

"Sore," I admitted. "But seeing you here makes it better."

Freen blushed slightly, and it was endearing. "Well, get used to it. I'm not going anywhere," she said firmly.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, just holding hands. It felt oddly natural, as if we had been doing this forever. I realized then that maybe, just maybe, there was more to our relationship than I had allowed myself to see.

A nurse came in to check on me, breaking the moment. Freen stepped aside, but she didn't let go of my hand. The nurse smiled at us and went about her tasks efficiently.

"You're lucky to have someone who cares so much," the nurse said to me, glancing at Freen.

I smiled weakly. "Yeah, I guess I am."

After the nurse left, Freen sat back down beside me. "You should rest," she said gently. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Stay with me," I whispered, feeling vulnerable.

"I'm not going anywhere," Freen reassured me, settling in for the long haul.

I closed my eyes, feeling safe for the first time in a long while. Maybe things were changing. Maybe, just maybe, I could let my guard down and let Freen in.

Freen's PoV

As Becky slept, I decided to keep myself busy. I saw a small fruit basket on the table, probably sent by one of her well-wishers. I picked up an apple and began slicing it carefully. Becky needed to regain her strength, and fruit would be a good start.