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Chapter 35-The Understanding & Reconciliation

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Chapter 35-The Understanding & Reconciliation

Slade Kolosov's POV

Waiting.

It was something that I detested. Ever since I was young, I hated waiting. Maybe because I always had to wait for Grayson to be home so I could have some companionship other than my mother. I guess you could say I was impatient. But now especially more so when I had to wait for Mel to wake up.

I gazed at her still body on the hospital bed for what seemed like the millionth time. The figure on the bed was not the Mel I am in love with. She was way too pale, her strawberry curls were limp, her body was too gaunt and her skin was cool to the touch.

Somehow, the Mel on the bed didn't seem to represent the Mel I fell in love with. Perhaps it was strange to say that considering the fact that they both were the same person. But the Mel in front of me? She seemed almost dead and I hated it. She wasn't bursting of life and everything that had to do with it.

I sighed heavily and stroked the side of her cheek with my knuckles tenderly, "When are you going to open those eyes for me sweetheart?"

I asked softly and as usual, I waited for a reply or a sign that showed that she heard me but received none.

My eyes ran over her face and noticed that her bruises were fading and the thin cuts on her hands were healing nicely. But my jaw clenched and my fists tightened at the thought of her other injury on her abdomen. The wound had been stitched up but I knew it was going to leave a scar.

I hated that, not because Mel would be scarred because I myself was full of them but it was because I would have to live the rest of my life knowing that she had gotten stabbed because of my incompetence to rescue her in time. It was my fault that she was in this state. I snarled hatefully at myself. I deserved to be in that coma, not Mel. I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes.

It has been a week since everything happened.

But yet, it felt like it happened hours ago or even minutes. Seeing the blood on Mel's hands and her bruised cheeks when I had entered the room made my blood rage and the darker side of me thirsted for blood and vengeance.

However, seeing her get stabbed with a knife? It was something I could never forget. It brought back memories of how my mother was brutally murdered in front of me with a knife.

Seeing Mel's horrified expression and her pain-filled scream made time stop and the action of her getting stabbed was playing in slow motion. The memory of the knife piercing into her skin replayed over and over in my mind. And the fact that I couldn't do anything to prevent that made a sense of self loathing rise in my body.

And for hours after she had passed out from the extreme blood loss and pain in my arms, I had gone through hell. The thought of her dying made me go insane. I couldn't lose her. I couldn't! She was everything to me.