Dance For Her (Intersex GxG)

Chapter 36: Heartache

Gabi lay in her hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room was quiet, save for the occasional beep of the monitors. Daniel sat by her side, holding her hand, his eyes red from lack of sleep and too many tears shed.

Her mind was a blur of pain and sorrow. The loss of her babies felt like a gaping wound in her heart, a wound that no amount of time or comfort could heal. She had been through so much already, but this... this was unbearable.

The days that followed were a haze. Gabi was released from the hospital, but the apartment she shared with Daniel felt suffocating. She barely ate, barely spoke. The once vibrant woman was now a shadow of herself, haunted by the ghosts of what could have been.

Daniel did his best to take care of her, but he was struggling too. Seeing his sister in such a state broke his heart. He tried to coax her into eating, to get her to take her vitamins, to check her feeding tube. But more often than not, Gabi would just stare at him, her eyes empty.

One evening, he sat by her bed, holding her hand. "Gabi, please. You need to eat something. You need to take care of yourself."

Gabi shook her head slightly, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't, Daniel. I just... I can't."

Daniel's heart ached. He felt helpless, unable to ease her pain. "Please, Gabi. For me. Just a little bit."

Gabi sighed, and after a long pause, she finally agreed to take a few bites of food. It was a small victory, but it was something.

Daya had been calling and texting, but Gabi ignored her. She couldn't face her right now. The pain of their mutual betrayals was too raw, too fresh. Daya's messages ranged from desperate apologies to heartfelt confessions of love, but Gabi couldn't bring herself to respond.

One day, there was a knock at the door. Daniel opened it to find Daya standing there, her eyes filled with worry and guilt.

"How is she?" Daya asked, her voice trembling.

"She's not good," Daniel replied. "She's barely eating, barely speaking. She's in a really bad place, Daya."

Daya nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Can I see her?"

Daniel hesitated. "I don't know if that's a good idea right now. She's been through so much."

"Please, Daniel. I need to see her. I need to tell her how sorry I am," Daya pleaded.

Daniel sighed and stepped aside, letting Daya in. She walked slowly to Gabi's room, her heart pounding in her chest.

Gabi lay on the bed, her face turned away from the door. Daya approached cautiously, her voice soft. "Gabi... it's me. It's Daya."

Gabi didn't respond. She didn't even look at her. Daya sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her arm. "I'm so sorry, Gabi. For everything. For Isabella, for Gia, for everything."

Still, Gabi said nothing. Daya's heart broke at the sight of her. She had never seen her like this, so broken, so lost.

"I love you, Gabi. I love you so much. Please, let me help you," Daya whispered.

Gabi finally turned her head, her eyes filled with tears. "How can you help me, Daya? How can anyone help me?"

Daya felt a pang of guilt and sorrow. "I don't know, Gabi. But I want to try. I want to be here for you."

Gabi closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know if I can do this, Daya. I don't know if I can keep going."

Daya leaned in, kissing her forehead gently. "You don't have to do it alone, Gabi. I'm here. Daniel's here. We're going to get through this together."

The days turned into weeks, and slowly, very slowly, Gabi began to find a way to live again. It wasn't easy. Every day was a struggle, a battle against the darkness that threatened to consume her. But with Daniel and Daya's support, she took small steps forward.

She started seeing a therapist, someone who could help her navigate the overwhelming grief and trauma. The sessions were hard, bringing up emotions she had tried to bury. But they were necessary. She needed to confront her pain, to face it head-on if she ever hoped to heal.

Daniel continued to be her rock, always there to remind her to eat, to take her medications, to take care of her feeding tube. He never pushed her, never rushed her. He just stayed by her side, offering quiet support.

Daya, too, was a constant presence. She had moved back into the apartment temporarily, wanting to be close to Gabi. They talked, slowly rebuilding their relationship. Daya was patient, understanding that Gabi needed time.

One night, Gabi sat on the couch, staring at an old photo of her and Daniel. They were smiling, happy, a stark contrast to the way she felt now. Daya sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"What are you thinking about?" Daya asked softly.

Gabi sighed. "Just... everything. How different things were. How different I am now."

Daya nodded. "I know. It's been a rough journey. But you're strong, Gabi. Stronger than you realize."

Gabi leaned into Daya, finding comfort in her presence. "I don't feel strong. I feel broken."

"You're not broken, Gabi. You're hurt, and you're healing. And that's okay. It's okay to take your time," Daya said, kissing the top of her head.

Gabi closed her eyes, letting herself be held. For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to feel a glimmer of hope. It was small, fragile, but it was there. And that was enough for now.

Slowly but surely, Gabi began to reclaim her life. She returned to Velvet Dreams, not as a dancer, but in a different role. The club owner offered her a job managing the dancers, a position that allowed her to stay connected to the world she loved while giving her a break from the physical demands of dancing.

Her first night back was bittersweet. The familiar sights and sounds of the club brought back memories, both good and bad. But she was determined to make the best of it. She wanted to find a new path, one that allowed her to honor her past while building a future.

Daniel and Daya continued to be her pillars of support. They were there for every step, every stumble, every small victory. Gabi knew that she wouldn't have made it this far without them.

And though the road ahead was still uncertain, she was ready to face it. One day at a time, one step at a time, she would find her way.

As the weeks turned into months, Gabi found herself slowly but surely coming back to life. She wasn't the same person she had been before the accident, before the loss of her babies, but she was finding a new strength within herself.

She had learned to lean on those who loved her, to accept their support and care. And in turn, she had become a source of strength for others, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope.

And so, surrounded by the love of her brother and her partner, Gabi began to heal. It was a long journey, filled with ups and downs, but she was determined to keep moving forward, to find the happiness and peace she so desperately deserved.