Red Reaper - Soldiers of Fortune [book one]

Chapter SIXTY

Lucky O'Cléirigh

... a couple weeks later...

I anxiously pace the foot of the bed as a swarm of medics huddle around my unmoving fiance.. Konstantin had lost consciousness on the beach, he'd died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital and had been resuscitated, only to die twice more on the operating table as the surgeons removed the 9 mil round that had pierced his chest just two inches from his heart.. The damage to his internals had been so severe he'd been placed in the ICU on life support and there hasn't been a single thing I could do except pray..

If there is a God, I refuse to believe he would take anything more from me.. He won't make me suffer through this loss.. My heart can't bear it.. I won't survive without Konstantin.. What's more, even if I could find a way to live without him, I wouldn't want to..

His death would be the end of me..

"We're doing absolutely everything we can for him, Lucky, but you need to be prepared for all outcomes.." Darkport's leading cardiothoracic surgeon and my doll-faced sister in law, Doctor Lacey Greyson, flicks through the paperwork fixed to her clipboard with a furrowed brow.. In her steely grey eyes I can see the determination that drives her, but there is a caution to her tone that breaks my heart.. "His latest scans suggest signs of recovery but we won't know anything for certain until we confirm his biopsy results and bring him out of sedation to perform some cognitive tests.."

The longer he sleeps under a medically induced coma, the less certain everything becomes.. If and when he ever does wake up.. Would he even recognise me?

Lacey had warned me of all the possible complications that could affect his brain for having lost oxygen flow several times and how the likelihood of some sort of damage increased with each death he suffered..

I know that it's a miracle he survived at all but the way that Lacey looks at me now, with a practiced sympathy and careful encouragement, it is almost as if she is sure something is wrong and she is trying to prepare me for it..

But I could never be ready to face a worst case scenario and knowing of the possibility of one does nothing to reduce my torment..

What is even worse, they found some kind of shading on his lung in their latest scans which I've been informed may be malignant.. So even if he does wake up, the possibility that he might be sick is almost enough to break me entirely..

I have been trying so hard to keep everything together when all I want is to break down and fall apart..

"How long until you can wake him up?" I glance over to where Konstantin lays, so still he could be a beautiful marble statue carved by God himself were it not for the attached monitors.. Gor now he is kept alive by tubes and wires.

The unfairness of it all makes me furious, but I manage that anger by fixating on what Konstantin would tell me if he were awake..

'Life isn't fair', he would say, 'accept what is for what it is.'