I Will Be Your Knight

Chapter 11

Eduard drives as fast as he can, without endangering anyone, to the hospital on the other side of town. He remains fairly calm as he passes cars left and right, receiving angry honks from several drivers.

"Hold on (y/n)" Ivan says trying to stay calm. He strokes you face while you sit on his lap, trying to keep you conscious. "Stay with me, sunflower."

You try to focus on Ivan, but his face is becoming blurry. The pain in your hand finally starts to register, and it's becoming unbearable. "Ivan," you whimper, "it hurts."

"I know, подсолнечник (sunflower)," Ivan says, his panic increasing each minute. "I know. You just need to hold on a little longer."

"We're almost there," Eduard informs the two of you. "Get ready to get out of the car."

"Thank you," Ivan says tersely.

Blood has started to soak through the scarf wrapped around your hand. You're shaking uncontrollably, and covered in a cold sweat. "Ivan," you manage to croak out, "I'm scared."

"It's going to be okay. Just hold on," Ivan tells you sounding desperate. Just then the car stops in front of the emergency room doors. Ivan doesn't hesitate a moment as he carries you out of the car and rushes toward the hospital.

"I need help!" he calls as he bursts through the hospital doors. Several other people sitting in the waiting room look at the two of you in surprise. They notice the blood, now starting to drip down your arm, and look away.

A nurse hurries over to Ivan. "Oh my goodness," she says seeing your hand. "Bring her through here."

She leads you through some doors on the other side of the waiting room and pages some doctors. Another nurse comes with a gurney and has Ivan lay you in it. Several doctors arrive and start taking your vital signs. Ivan steps back and lets the doctors do their work.

"Ivan," you call weakly. You hold your uninjured hand out weakly.

He takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles. "I'll be here waiting подсолнечник (sunflower). I promise."

The doctors start wheeling you away, and you slowly lose consciousness.

You wake up in a hospital bed to the sound of hospital machines making a steady beeping sound. You look in the direction of the sound and notice the heart monitor displaying information on your heart. You look to your other side and notice a figure slumped over in the chair next to your bed.

"Ivan?" you ask in a hoarse voice.

The figure stirs. "Hm? (Y/n)?" He looks over at you. "(Y/n)!" Ivan jumps out of his chair and closes the gap to your bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," you reply with a faint smile. You look down at your left hand. It's bandaged in white gauze, no trace of the bloody mess it used to be. 

Then a nurse walks in. "Oh, I see you're awake," she says with a smile. She checks your vitals and writes something on a clipboard she has with her. "How are you feeling dear?"

"Better," you reply. You're not sure what else to say. 

"Well thats always a good sign. It took 34 stitches to close up your hand," she informs you.

You look at your hand again and remember something important. "Where is the scarf that was wrapped around it?"

"Funny you should ask," the nurse answers, and pulls it from her pocket. It's been cleaned, and is as white as it was before it got soaked in your blood. "After the doctors unwrapped it, you wouldn't let them take it away until they promised to give it back to you," she says as she hands it back to you. "I'm sure you don't remember that though, you were pretty out of it."