Cold Hearts - Mark Tuan fanfic

34 - Mark

She can't breathe. Her heart rate is going faster and faster. 

There are more voices in the room. Hands touching her, tugging on her. She feels a rubber thing covering her mouth and nose, and a blowing of air. 

She breathes in deeply. The air gets stuck on her throat. She breathes in again, still the same. 

Hands pumping on her chest. She tries to breathe in again. The air goes through. 

Just with the short struggle, she's tired. She relaxes until she couldn't hear anything anymore. 

There's less pain in her side. She can see bright light shining through her lids. A window must be open, she feels a gentle breeze touch her skin and she shivers. 

"Did she move?" That familiar warm male voice again. She smiles deep inside at the sound. 

"I think she's just cold." 

That warm hand keeps on stroking hers and she wants to hold it tightly. She feels warmer again when another hand strokes her hair. And warmer still, when that voice whispers in her ear - "I love you, baby."

She can smell a familiar scent when he leans closer and kisses her forehead. She breathes in deeply to take it all in her system. 

Images of the same guy flash in front of her. Tall, pretty, smiling shyly. 

Mark. His name is Mark. She thinks. 

She repeats the name over and over again in her head, trying to let the name touch his tongue and out his mouth. 

Mark.

"Babe? Did you just say my name? Elysa?" 

She feels him sit on the bed and lean closer to her face. 

"Say it again." He says.

She tries...again and again and again. But she doesn't hear any sound come out her mouth, she couldn't even move it. 

"Come on, babe," he sounds like he's crying. "Please...say it again," as if pleading. 

She feels his head rest on her shoulder. He's shaking....Then she feels her shoulder getting wet. 

Is he crying? Why? She wants to comfort him. She concentrates on moving her hand up. The urge to stroke the guy's hair and face gives her strength. 

"Her fingers," the young female voice. "They moved." She hears footsteps come closer. 

"Are you sure?" The head that was on her shoulder rises quickly. Those warm hands touch her fingers, then warm lips kiss them. 

"I'll call the doctor," the girl says. 

"Elysa, baby."

Drops of tears wet her hand. 

Don't cry! Please, Mark. Don't cry. I'm ok. 

 She tries to move them again, she wants to touch him and caress his cheeks, wipe off the tears from his eyes.   

And they move ever so slightly. 

A sound comes out of his mouth. Happy sound. "That's it, Elysa. You can do it." Then the warm lips touch her fingers again.

She feels her body aching again. She's tired. With all the muscle pulling, she's spent. She relaxes her tired body once more. 

The room is quite busy. She can hear a lot of different voices in the room. Laughing, talking....good cheers. She can hear his voice again. He sounds buoyant. She wants to laugh with him. The corner of her lips turn up a bit. 

She moves her fingers...and they wriggle slightly.

The room goes silent and she knows why. They are waiting for her. 

She feels his hand on her. She grips it...but very weakly. 

"Oh My God!" A woman says.

"Babe, can you hear me?" And she grips again. 

Laughing and sobbing and even clapping from the people around her. She's feeling happy, too. 

"Merry Christmas, Elysa," he whispers in her ear. She feels his cheek on hers and it stays there. Tears wet her face. His tears? Hers?

She can feel other hands hold her and squeeze her hand. She squeezes back. Her lids move faster, as she tries to pry them open. A small amount of light enters, then they close again. 

  "I love you, baby." 

She feels his lips on hers, then they go to her eyes, then her nose, then back to her lips. 

She squeezes his hand...harder this time. She wants to kiss those lips back, her lips move a little. 

She hears stronger sobbing in another side of the room. She gathers all her strength to open her eyes, or her lips, or her hands. 

Her eyes move first. A slit opening. Slowly, they open. Bright lights hit them and she squints. Blurred visions. Then there's him. Hazy...but it's the face in her dreams. His lips are turned up slightly and eyes full of tears. She focuses on that face longer, until slowly the image clears up. 

"Mark," the first word that comes out of her mouth...although weak, but audible. 

He's smiling from ear to ear. More tears come out of his eyes. She feels her vision become blurry again...she blinks and tears stream to the side of her eyes...and she can clearly see him again. 

"Mark," she says again. A little louder this time. 

"I'm here, Elysa." His voice warms her and she feels her heart beating faster. 

"Mark, I think you're making her nervous," a chuckling female voice says when the 'bleeping' goes off faster. 

"I love you, baby." 

The sound of the machine skyrockets. 

Another man goes beside her, putting something cold on her chest. 

Her heartbeat slows down to normal. She's fine. 

Then the other voices go nearer. Behind Mark's face, she can see a woman with tears on her eyes, a man covering his mouth maybe in disbelief, a girl biting her lower lip. 

She closes her eyes and concentrates on her hand. She wants to touch his face. Her hand goes up a little and rests on his lap. She slowly moves it up and it goes to his chest. Higher up...and it finally touches his face. 

She moves her thumb on his cheek, wiping the tears still flowing down. Her eyes open again and she can see him still leaning over her and smiling. He puts his hand over hers and kisses her palm. 

"Mark!" 

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This chapter might be boring to some...but I enjoyed writing it. 

Thanks for all the reads...

Lav ya'll.