Unhappily Married by; Rachel N.

Part 4

CHAPTER FOUR

He pushed through the crowd, his eyes fixed on Nikita's limp form, and pulled her into his arms. Despite his animosity towards her, he couldn't help but feel a pang of remorse as he gazed at her pale face. She had saved his life, taking the brunt of the impact instead of him. He shook her repeatedly, pleading for her to wake up and dismiss the incident as a prank, but she remained unresponsive, her body limp and bleeding profusely. Panic set in as he realized the gravity of the situation, and tears began to stream down his face. He looked around for the car that had hit her but found none as the driver had fled the scene already.

The crowd around them seemed more interested in capturing the drama on their phones than offering assistance, their indifference infuriating him. But Nikita's eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at him with a hint of confusion. "I'm okay..." she whispered, her voice weak but steady.

The surrounding crowd erupted into a chorus of "She's alive!" and "Oh my God!" but Xavier's focus remained fixed on Nikita. He cradled her face in his hands, his eyes scanning hers for any sign of distress. "Nikita, are you okay? Where does it hurt?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Nikita's eyes widened in surprise at his sudden display of empathy, and she seemed to be searching for words. "I...I don't know," she stammered, her gaze drifting away from his.

Before he could press her further, the paramedics intervened, urging the crowd to give them space. They carefully placed Nikita on a stretcher and loaded her into the ambulance, Xavier following closely behind. "Please, check if she's really okay," he implored the medical team, his voice cracking with worry.

As they attached the defibrillator to her nose, Nikita protested, "I'm fine," but her weak tone belied her words.

Xavier's eyes narrowed, his concern intensifying. "You're bleeding, Nikita. How are you even talking?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

Nikita winced, her face contorting in pain, but she remained silent, her eyes fixed on him. Xavier's expression softened, and he gently urged her to stay quiet, his words laced with a newfound tenderness. "Just rest, Nikita. Please."

"We're here!" the driver announced, pulling up to the hospital entrance. The paramedics rushed Nikita into the emergency room, where a team of doctors and nurses swarmed around her, working to stem the bleeding from her wounds. Xavier paced anxiously outside, his eyes fixed on the door, until finally, a doctor emerged with an update.

"Thankfully, she's stable, but we need to run a full body scan to ensure there are no internal injuries," the doctor explained. Xavier nodded, his relief palpable.

As Nikita was transferred to the ICU, Xavier followed closely behind, his eyes fixed on her pale face. "I'm sorry for making you worry. You don't have to be here," she whispered, her eyes avoiding his.

He approached her bedside, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. "Why are you even awake? You should rest," he urged, his voice soft with concern.

Nikita's gaze drifted away, her lips compressing into a thin line. "Or so you can get rid of me completely," she muttered under her breath.

Xavier's eyes narrowed, his ears perked up. "What did you say?" he asked, his tone gentle.

Nikita's eyes flashed towards him, a hint of defiance in their depths. "Nothing."

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. "I want to leave the hospital," Nikita declared, her voice firm.

Xavier's brow furrowed. "Why? The doctors need to run tests to ensure you're okay."