Truth

-And I Still Want You To Stay-

"Matheo, Matheo, please, open your eyes!" Jane's voice pierced the tense air, tears streaming down her face, her fists pounding against his chest in a desperate attempt to rouse him.

John's firm grip pulled her away, his actions a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them. "Jane, calm yourself," Angelina's voice cut through the turmoil.

Defiance flared in Jane's eyes as she resisted, her heartache palpable in every sob and cry. "No! Tell him to wake up now!" she demanded, her words a mix of anguish and determination as she crawled back to Matheo's side, her touch gentle yet urgent as she pleaded for his return to consciousness. She took his hand and kissed it.

As Matheo stirred, a flicker of hope ignited in Jane's heart, her smile bittersweet amidst the tears that refused to cease. "Yes, speak to me, it's Jane, right here by your side," she whispered, her voice a fragile melody in the chaos.

Matheo's words, laden with pain and love, pierced the tumultuous atmosphere. "Jane, If I die, I want you to keep living long, so I keep on existing, because my only home will be in your heart. Can you do that for me?" his plead echoed through the room, a poignant reminder of the fragility of their existence.

Tears welled in her eyes, but Jane's resolve remained unshaken. "No, you will endure this, you will make it. For me, once again, you'll be strong for me." she declared, her voice a blend of determination and love as she rose, a pillar of strength in the face of uncertainty.

Jane got up, her eyes meeting John's in a silent  as they assisted Matheo into the waiting car. Matheo's form rested in the back seat, his head finding solace on Jane's lap, a poignant tableau of vulnerability amidst the unfolding turmoil.

Sara's voice, a beacon of practicality, pierced the fraught atmosphere. "Can we make it to the hospital?" she inquired, her concern etched in her expression.

Jane's gaze, a mix of sorrow and steely resolve, met Sara's. I don't think we can. We'll get interrogated. There's a place, a clinic, where they perform surgeries discreetly. Keep driving straight, I'll guide you," her words carried the weight of their dire circumstances as she cast a meaningful look at Matheo.

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Jane's voice, a mix of relief and concern, cut through the tension as she addressed the doctor, her eyes searching for reassurance amidst the uncertainty that loomed over them. "How is he?" she inquired, her tone a blend of worry and hope.

The doctor's words carried a weight of experience and caution as the doors of the room swung open, revealing a glimpse of the world beyond. "Given the nature of his injury, the bullet found its mark in a delicate place, his hip. The pain will linger, a constant reminder of the ordeal. While he's out of immediate danger, he requires vigilant care. Ensure he doesn't push himself too hard," the doctor's voice held a note of solemnity, a reminder of the fragility of their situation.

John and Jane exchanged a silent understanding, their nods a silent pact to safeguard Matheo's well-being amidst the shadows of uncertainty that enveloped them.

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Matheo's eyes fluttered open, revealing the scene before him, Jane, John, and Angelina, in a deep slumber.

The memories of the challenging days that had unfolded weighed heavy on Matheo's mind, a tapestry woven with threads of resilience and endurance. The trials endured, the risks taken, and the wounds suffered had left their mark, shaping him into a warrior of fortitude amidst the storm.

In the quiet of the room, Matheo's thoughts turned to Jane, her absence a palpable ache in his heart, a reminder of the deep connection they shared. The revelation of his father's hidden agenda, the betrayal lurking beneath the surface, casts a shadow of doubt and intrigue over his past, leaving him to ponder the true intentions that lay buried within his family's history.

As Jane's eyes fluttered open, they locked with Matheo's gaze, a silent exchange of emotions passing between them like a current of unspoken understanding. In a rush of relief and worry, she threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her cheeks, a testament to the depth of her concern and affection for him.

"Are you alright? Is it hurting anywhere?" she inquired, her hands cradling his head gently, seeking reassurance in the touch that bridged the gap between fear and relief.

"I'm fine, Jane. Truly, I'm fine. Please stop crying." Matheo's voice, a soothing balm in the midst of her turmoil, echoed with gratitude and comfort as they held each other in a tight embrace.

"I can handle all your mood swings,

But when I see you crying,

I can't even handle myself"

he whispered softly into her ear, a confession of vulnerability and strength intertwined, a declaration of his unwavering devotion and love for her.

"And again and again, I would again take a bullet for you, I would die for you."

And then, Jane pulled away from the embrace and went to get the doctor.

You said you would take a bullet for me and die for me, but why couldn't you live for me?

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Word count: 871 words.

Author's note:
I don't know for you, but this chapter holds a special place in my heart. Don't even ask me why, idk. I just felt something while writing it.

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