He nods as he hears the room number remembering it instantly. With that, he turns around immediately and heads towards the room, his heart racing , anxious just to see me, to know I'm okay
He opens the door and approaches me slowly, his heart breaking at the sight of me lying on the bed with all those tubes and cables hooked up to me. It's an image that will haunt him for ages, seeing me in such weak state. He let's out a small, shaky breath as he comes up next to the bed, reaching a hand out to touch my arms gently.
He lets his fingers gently interlock with me, feeling the smoothness of my skin against his. His heart is racing, his eyes going over every bit of me, checking my breathing, my condition
"This is all my fault...my goddamn fault...I should've never let you get hurt...I'm so so sorry..."
Ater few seconds he notices that i move my finger slightly. A flicker of hope coming into his his eyes. It's not much but at least you're showing some signs of consciousness.
"Sweetheart...?princess? Can you hear me? It's me, I'm right here..."
He watches intently, waiting any further sign from me, but there's no further movement. His heart sinks bit . He tightens his grip on your hand slightly, gently rubbing his thumb on your skin
"Please princess...please just move your finger again for me, just let me know you're still in there..."
I try to move my finger again, and I manage to move it a little
His eyes go wide as he sees me move my finger again, a bit more than last time... he lets go of my hand, still watching me, but he calls to the closest doctor
"Doctor!!! Doctor, I need you in here right now!!"
He turns to the doctors as they come in, frantically pointing to my hand
"She's moving, look her fingers are moving, she's responding to my voice.."
"Okay now please get out so we can do our work" says one of the doctors
He nods quickly, understanding that they'll be able to help me better without him in the way, he gives my hand one last squeeze before letting go. He heads towards the door, standing just outside of it pacing nervously, his mind still racing. He wants nothing more than to be in there with me, but they know what they're doing and he doesn't get on their way. He can't stop thinking though, *what if she wakes up while I'm out here, what if she calls for help and I can't hear? He can't handle that thought *
He's just so worried and all these thoughts get interrupted by the door getting opened and the nurses coming out
He quickly approaches the doctor , the hope in his eyes
"Is she..? Is she okay? How is she?
"She's fine for now but she needs to rest, lots of rest , she went through a lot and her body is still trying to recover to what had happened to her" *the doctor said*
He feels a wave of relief wash over him, glad to hear that I'm going to be okay. The news about my recovery are good news, but he's focused on his next question more , desperate to know if I've been awake
"..but, is she awake?? Did she say anything?" *Matteo asked*
"No, she didn't say anything for now , we must let her rest, don't tire her, she still need time, that's a lot of trauma and her brain is trying to process it...did she have anything to do with anxiety before?..." the doctor asked
Matteo is surprised at the question about past trauma, it's a reasonable question and he understands that it could be relevant but the answer is a complicated one.
"Yes ...um, she has had some previous traumatic experiences in the past, why do you ask?"
"Because we still don't know she still hasn't woken up yet, she may have trouble remembering some parts of her life or people , so she needs time, for all of this...her brain works different now, all that traumatic stuff she went through is a lot for her to process, especially if she had PSTD before.." *the doctor replied *
His heart sinks as he hears that . The thoughts of me not being able to remember him is absolutely devastating, a nightmare come true. He had never heard of PSTD before , but he understands that it can mess things up inside your brain and maybe cause some problems on your road to recovery
"I see...so there's a chance she may not remember me when she wakes up?"
"We can never be sure, we'll see when she wakes up, for now we have to let her rest,if you have further questions you can find me at my office... "
*He watches as the doctor leaves *
He sits to the nearest chair, the thoughts of me loosing my memory of him, of forgetting everything breaks his heart.
*after a while, he stands up again , steeling himself to walk into the room and stay by your side until you wake up*
He's absolutely focused on me. He watches my chest as it rises and falls with each breath , watching the way I toss lightly in the bed, my hair fanned out on the pillow. All of it is just a reminder that I'm okay, I'm surviving, I'll make it through. He reaches a hand out again, gently wrapping my hand in a soft grip as he sits there watching me, listening to my voice ...
-uhh...
He snaps out of his face on you as he hears my voice . It's soft and weak , but it's definitely my voice , and I've woken up . His eyes immediately snap up to my face ,locking in on mine as he sits up straight
"Oh my god...sweetheart, you're awake.."
-Uhhm ...* i try to speak...to open my eyes...but my body is so tired feels like I haven't slept in weeks...i hear him ..
His heart is racing, happiness and relief flooding over him . You're awake, you're alive , you're speaking, you're okay. He leans over, bringing my hand up to his lips, kissing it softly..
-mmh * I melt from his touch, just by having him here I feel safe and okay...I try to remember then what happened and how did I end up here ...what happened to me?*
"Shhh, it's okay, just listen to my voice for a second..can you tell me how you feel?"
I finally open my eyes ...the lights blinding me, I'm trying to see where I am ...and then I see him...I see him in a blurry picture
He looks at me intently, his heart skipping a beat when he sees my eyes open. They're hazy and unfazed but it's a huge improvement from you being able to open your eyes
"There they are...those gorgeous eyes of yours...can you look at me? Can you see me princess?"
I blink as an "yes"
He let's out a sigh of relief when he sees me blink. I'm still responding and still aware of what's going on around me. He has a soft smile on his face , gently stroking my hand with his hair
"That's good...thank God, you're okay..you're alive...that's what matters."
-where am I? I ask him in a confused way
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My Mafia Husband
RomanceYour father forced you into marrying the biggest Mafia in city...you fall in love but was it worth risking your life just to be with him? His biggest enemy is your Ex what will he do when he finds out that you left him and married him...
