The Bound Collision

Chapter 33

GEMINI'S POV:-

The guard bowed at me as I somehow nodded back at him before entering the room. And then again I was hit by the same view, I am seeing this since the past three days.

Fourth-

Fourth, lying still on the bed, surrounded by a forest of machines, his chest barely rising and falling. Each shallow breath was assisted by the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. Tubes snaked from his body to various machines, and the sight of him so fragile and vulnerable made something twist painfully inside me.

It was affecting me more than I could ever admit. My chest tightened every time I saw him like this, a silent war raging inside me between fear and hope. Fourth wasn't supposed to be there, lying in that bed, connected to machines just to stay alive. 

The doctor instructed Fourth to be moved into the ICU, but for better comfort, we transferred him to one of the VIP rooms on the top floor. I've been sticking to this room constantly, refusing to leave his side for even a moment. The doctor, during his early morning check-up, just fifteen minutes ago, had practically forced me to go downstairs and grab a coffee. It was the first time I'd left Fourth's side, and even then, it was only for a fleeting fifteen minutes.

Reluctantly, I'd gone, but I couldn't stay away for long. The moment I got back, I made sure to bring something with me—a small gesture, but it felt like the only thing I could do. Sunflowers. I'd brought them every day since this nightmare began. Fourth always loved sunflowers, I had seen them in his room and office.

Carefully, I settled them in the beautiful vase by the huge window, adjusting each stem with trembling fingers. The sunflowers stood out brightly against the starkness of the room, a desperate attempt to bring a little life back into it. Back into him.

As I turned to look at him again, a wave of helplessness washed over me. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to be the one sitting here, waiting, hoping, praying. I was supposed to be lying there. 

I don't remember when was the last time I felt this hurt. I did not cry when my mother left me alone with my father-I would be lying if I said I didn't feel bad-But when dad assured me it was going to be okay, I believed him.

But I remember 16 year old me shedding tears in front of my dead father. Thinking that was the end of the world. I remember looking at Ace and thinking how was I supposed to take care of a barely four year old. 

When I never thought anything could ever break me like that ever again, I saw Fourth lying in front of me after the operation three days ago. I could only think how I failed. Failed in protecting him.

As I settled on the chair by the bed, I instinctively grabbed Fourth's pale hand, it had the IV channel. My mind couldn't help but play Fourth's voice from months ago, when I had first met him.

"At this point of time I would love to go away from you, or else the last bullet I have left in my gun will be in you"-he had said. 

Why is he going away? 

I could take the last bullets of the gun if only that meant that he would stay.

I had a lot of turmoil when Mr. Wannarat Jirochtikul had made that offer to me. It was sudden. I had no clue why a man who was screaming elegance, power and danger was waiting for me in my house. The offer made no sense-Why would the leader of such a powerful mafia clan randomly choose me as the future underboss of the family?

I had asked for time-and Mr. Jirochtikul had given it to me.

But at the end I accepted the offer. I did not, in my whole life, expected to meet the same guy whose life I had practically saved a few days ago. Initially when I met Fourth at the alley I thought he was just a teenager, but when I again saw him in Mr. Jirochtikul's office I knew he wasn't an ordinary teenager.