My hot stepmom (Natasha Romanoff)

Chapter 28

Natasha POV

"She's dead." I hear the doctor say. "She didn't make it." I hear the other doctor say.

"No please... she can't be dead..." I sob, looking at James next to me who looks very angry.

"This is all your fault Natasha! She killed herself because of you! You should be the dead one, not her!" He yells at me and the guilt eats me up.

"I didn't wanted her to do this." I defend myself and look at James who has an evil smile on his lips.

"You told her you don't want her comfort for the pain she caused!" He yells, pushing me against a wall and turns me around.

A mirror hangs there and I get scared when I look into it.

I see a young blue haired girl with a gun pointed at a man or a woman on a chair with a bag above their head.

I swallow hard, knowing exactly this is a younger version of me in the red room.

The young girl pulls the trigger and sucesfully hits the head of the human.

The body fells down from the chair and I start crying, feeling the guilt and look away from the mirror.

"No,no,no. Look into it, the best part is coming now." James speaks behind my back and lifts my head up with his hands.

I see the blue haired version of me who starts smirking when the body fells down.

"You're the only monster here. You killed so much innocent people and enjoyed it. And now the blood of my daughter is on your hands." He speaks and I start screaming "NO!".

I lift my head straight up, feeling the sweat on my forehead. My body is shaking and my heartbeat is racing.

"Hey, hey. Natasha you okay?" I hear James his voice and feel his hand on my shoulder. "Y-yes. I'm o-okay. Just a nightmare." I answer with a shaky voice.

I look around and notice I'm in a hospital room, sitting at Y/N's bed. I had to fall asleep after they operated her for a few hours.

I remember how I walked nervously up and down the hallway while waiting for her to come out of the OP.

"Natasha please, sit down." James begs me while I walk up and down, hoping Y/N is okay. "That's all my fault James." I speak when I take a seat next to him.

"No it's not. You couldn't know she would do this." James tries to comfort me. "James she... I..." I start but my voice failes. "Just tell me Natasha." He says and lays his hand on my shoulder, giving a light squeeze.

"She... the girl she killed in the red room... it was my sister..." I tell him and his eyes widen in shock. "She killed Yelena?" He asked and I can hear the shock in his voice.

"Oh god Natasha... I am so sorry... I know how hard you looked for her." He feels with me and pulls me into a hug.

I start sobbing into his neck, like I never did. "I pushed Y/N away. I pushed her away in her darkest time and because of me she wanted to kill herself. It's all my fault." I sob into his neck.

He pulls away and cups my cheeks. "Nothing is your fault. You were in shock because you lost your sister. Don't you dare thinking it was your guilt. It was all my fault. She came to me before she... she... she hugged me and told me how much she loves me... I should have noticed it..." He starts crying too and this time I'm the one hugging him.

After a while the doctor came towards us. "Is she okay?" James and I wanted to know. "We stitched her wounds and gave her a blood IV. We hope she survive this night because she lost a lot of blood. A few seconds later and she would be dead." He tells us and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Can we see her?" James asks and the doctor nods, leading us towards her room. We both placing a chair next to her bed on each side one, and holding her hands in ours.

After a while I fell asleep, while James just watching over both of us.

I feel how Y/N is moving and see how her eyes slowly flutter open. "Y/N? Can you hear me?" I ask, hopefully looking at her.

"Hey honey." James greets her with a relieved smile onto his lips. Y/N has to blink a few times, getting used to the bright light that shines into the big window.

She looks between me and James, but her eyes staying at him at the end. "Honey how are you feeling?" He asks her.

"W-what happened? W-where am I?" She asks in a confused voice. "You're in the hospital. Can you remember something from last night?" He continues asking and Y/N starts thinking.

"I... I wanted to end... I... I'm sorry dad..." She speaks and hervoice breaks at the last words, tears stream down her face.

I gently give her hand a squeeze for some comfort and that's the moment when she turns her head and her eyes meet mine.

I can't say anything, my mouth feels dry and the guilt is overwhelming me. I still feel guilty for everything that happened. If I hadn't pushed her away and stayed with her, letting her comfort me,  this would never had happened.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Detka..." I apologise with tears streaming down my face. "Don't be. I'm the guilty one here not you. You didn't do anything wrong." She speaks and opens her arms for an embrace.

I lean into her embrace, hugging her carefully back and we both sob into each others neck.

"I will leave you two alone for a moment. I get us something to drink." I hear James his voice before he leaves the hospital room.

I pull away and look into her eyes while cupping her cheek. "Don't do this ever again, please... I can't lose you... a part of me would die when you die..." I tell her and more tears stream down her face.

"I'm sorry I killed your sister... I... I understand when you hate me for that... but please believe me I didn't wanted it... she was important for me. She was my friend. I lost my friend." She speaks between her sobs.

"I know you didn't wanted it and I forgive you. I'm so sorry for making you feel so bad that you had to attempt suicide." I speak to her and put my forehead onto hers.

"I love you Y/N, and nothing in the world will change that." I tell her and she smiles at me. "I love you Natasha." She responds and we both smile before I lean in and kissing her lips with mine.

We pull away when the door opens and looking both at James. "Sorry for disturbing you two.." He apologizes and holding a bottle of water and a coffee up in the air, showing us the drinks he got.

He gives me the coffee and Y/N the bottle of water and we both thank him, taking a sip of our drinks.

"So, I met the doctor outside and he said if you're stable enough you can go home tomorrow." James tells and Y/N smiles, nodding.

"But, you have to promise me, us, that you never want to do something like this again. If you ever feel like this again, talk to us." James starts and she just nods.

"And I want you to see a theraphist once a week." He orders and she let out a sigh. "Dad come on-" She wants to start arguing but he shushes her.

"Nope! You will see a theraphist once a week or you have to go into a psychiatric clinic. It's your choice. End of this discussion." He is strict and I think that's best for her right now.

"Okay... I will se a theraphist once a week." She gives in, crossing her arms in front of her chest but flinches at the pain of her cuts.

We stayed for a few hours more until the doctor came in and told us we have to leave but Y/N asked the doctor if I could stay and told him we won't do any noises and after a while the doctor really said it's okay.

We said goodbye to James and Y/N scooped a little in this little hospital bed, making me some space.

I lay my body next to her and she instantly clinging on me, wrapping her legs around mine and her arms around my waist, holding me close.

Y/N is alive🫶🏻✨

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Wish u all a good day or night, here it's 10:25 p.m, time for bed🤭✨