Hateful Love ( Vegaspete )

Chapter 29

Pete's POV:

"This one suits you better" I said while comparing a number of wedding attires. All of them were looking beautiful making the process of selecting the perfect attire painstakingly difficult.

"Has P'Kinn already decided on the one he'll be wearing?"

"Not yet. He's supposed to shop for it with Khun but he's been staying busy these past few days so maybe they'll do it in a while" Porsche informed. The plan was to have the grooms wear silver colour traditional Thai attire with light pink hue and cool undertone to match each other. Porsche's attire had delicately handcrafted borders with accessories to adorn it making it look stunning.

"So now that we've finalized the attire that you'll be wearing, how about we look for the one that P'Kinn will be removing?" I winked at him teasingly and got hit on my arm. Even though he was an avid tease, he was quite a shy person when it came to receiving the same tease.

Both of us were cackling and joking around when my phone started buzzing because of a really unexpected number.

It was a call from the hospital my grandmother was admitted in from the past seventeen years.

"Hello?" I answered with a heart filled with tremors dreading any sort of bad news but maybe the gods pitied my condition, for it was the most fortunate news I could have received.

"Your grandmother seems to be gaining her motor functions. If she continues to recover at this rate, she may be able to come out of the coma soon." The doctor informed and tears of joy started streaming down my face. However, this alarmed Porsche making him anxious and restless to console me.

As soon as I disconnected the call, I turned towards him and hugged him as tightly as I could, nearly suffocating him.

"What happened Pete? Are you alright? Who was that on the call?!" He spoke worriedly but I could just nodded my head to assure him, finding it hard to speak.

After a while when I was done toning down my happiness to manageable levels, I relayed the news that I had received via the call to him.

"My-My grandmother has finally started to show movements and the doctor said that if she continues to recover at this pace, she may be able to wake up from the coma soon. To think that there would be hope of her waking up again after all this years, it feels surreal. I can't believe that I'll be able to talk to her again, share how my day went with her, be able to look at her smiling face again." I said and the tears that had barely stopped began to flow again.
It was the best news I could have received and I couldn't help but excitedly wait for her to wake up.

"Why don't we pay her a visit then?" Porsche suggested and I was more than happy to agree.
Hence, as planned, we started on our journey to the hospital and my heart was pounding so hard that I was afraid of running into a cardiac arrest.

No matter how many times I saw the scene, it broke my heart everytime to see her on the white hospital bed surrounded by the beeping equipments struggling to keep her alive.

"The doctor said that you're going to recover soon, you've got to wake up now...you can't keep making excuses..." I sat down beside her and spoke joining bits and pieces of words amidst my tears and hiccups.

"It's been so many years do you not yearn to talk to me? You said that I was the one you loved the most, then why are you not waking up? Brother's gone, my nanny's gone too, I was doing just fine without any hope of you waking up but after the hope that the doctors gave to me, I don't think I can keep up again after having it shattered. So, you've got to wake up this time or I won't keep the promise of living a long life, I don't care! I'll come to you even in heaven if required if you don't wake up soon. And you know how stubborn I can be, don't you? So...Grandma... pl-please-please wake up..." I sobbed like a child holding her hand. Porsche side-hugged me to console me and continued to supply me with hope that grandma was going to wake up soon.
We ended up staying in the hospital for a few hours talking to her, taking reports from the doctors and sharing stories from our childhood. I laughed recounting the time I spent with her and how I would give anything to relive those moments but we both knew that it was in no way possible.