Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 (Chloe's pov)

Short chapter

I'm sitting in a waiting chair, my leg bouncing. The anticipation and nervousness is killing me.

It's been 6 whole freaking hours since the ambulance brought Alex to the hospital. He was screaming and crying in pain. I still have yet to hear anything about him.

In that long amount of time, I've seen doctors and nurses come and go for others. I even had a run-in with my rapist.

**4 hours ago**

I am anxiously waiting for someone to come out and tell me that Alex will be alright. My body is tense and I feel the sudden urge to tap Morse code. So I begin tapping my foot on the ground in an SOS code.

And the person who approaches me is one that I wish would just die. The man who got me pregnant by raping me.

Zack Garrison. He slowly stalks over to me.

"Well, hello there," he says, an oily grin sliding onto his ugly face.

"Go away," I mumble, crossing my arms over my chest and crossing my legs protectively.

"So what are you here for?" He asks, sitting in the chair next to me.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend to get out of surgery," I tell him, with a glare. "You told me no one would go for me. But someone did. How can you explain that?"

"He takes in misfits, Chloe," he says, then bops my nose lightly. "Well, it's been fun, but I have to go before my woman comes. Later." He winks at me before walking away.

**Back to the present**

What could he have meant by that? I now know why Alex has "bad blood", as Simon put it.

Alex's father had been my father's prodigy for a while, but when he started using those technics on one of his kids, my dad didn't like that. So my dad cut out Alex's father, which kinda pissed his father off. Alex was, apparently, the "bastard child" of the family, so he got all of the pain. Once he became about 6, he had already developed anger issues and bipolar episodes. He also decided that if he became Satan's prodigy, that his father would learn to love him like his brother. Well, he succeeded, but his father still hated him. He tried really hard not to kill his father, he even spared his organs. Well, most of them. And after he killed his father, he became so obsessed with doing that again, that he forced himself to go and sit in a dungeon cell for 8 weeks.

I'm yanked out of my thoughts when a nurse walks out the double doors. "Alexander Davila?" She asks.

I stand quickly and run up to her. "How is he? What's his condition?"

The nurse looks down at her clipboard. "We ran some tests in him and it seems he has bipolar 1, dyslexia, extreme anger, and osteosarcoma," the nurse says. "We had to amputate his left leg at the knee. Thankfully, that's all we had to take off." She smiles.

I sigh in relief. "I knew part of that, but not all. Can I see him now, please?"

"He's in a room right now. Are you family?"

I hesitate for a second. "No, I'm his...girlfriend," I say. "And also a nurse," I add.

The nurse thinks for a moment, then shrugs. "Go ahead. The room is 218."

I nod then run to the 200s hallway.

I glance at the room numbers.

215...216...217...218...219...

I stop and back up to 218.

I silently make my way into his room. I look at his bed and tears prick at my eyes.

He's laying on the bed hooked up to a heart monitor, oxygen mask, and an IV in his left hand.

I slowly make my way over to him. I gaze down at him sadly. I gently run my fingers over his eyes.

His eyes flutter open. I drop my hand to my side.

"Sorry for waking you," I mumble. He just shakes his head slowly.

"Been waiting for you," he mumbles.

I sit on the bed next to him. I carefully unhook the oxygen mask and turn it off. I set it to the side.

"How do you feel?" I whisper.

He shrugs stiffly. "I'm feeling better now that you're here," he mumbles with a small smile. I giggle a little. "Though, I can't feel part of my left leg."

"Well, that's because they had to amputate it," I whisper.

He's silent for a moment. "Guide my hand, please," he whispers. He holds his left hand out to me. I gently take it and help him sit up a little in the bed carefully.

Slowly, I run his hand down to where the end of his leg is. Watching his face, I try to make out his expression, but can't.

He slowly turns his hand over so his hand engulfs mine. He stares into my eyes, dark chocolate brown to dirt brown.

"Stay with me," he whispers.

"Alex, I can't do that," I whisper back.

His lips turn downwards into a saddened pout. Tears brim his beautiful eyes. He drops my hand and lays back down, rolling over so his back is to me. I can still see part of his face, as well as all of the recently opened scars across his back through the gap in his gown.

Very quietly, he whispers, "Go."

"Alex, I'm--" I begin.

"Just...go. If you can't stay, just go. I don't want to feel miserable," he mumbles. I watch as a small tear slides down over his slender nose.

Feeling terrible for upsetting him, I lay down next to him, mostly behind him, and wrap my arms around his waist. I take his hand and thread my fingers through the spaces between his and hold it. I bury my small face into the crook of his neck, causing a slight purr from Alex's throat.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you, Aly bear," I mumble into his ear.

He shifts around so he is laying on his back. He wraps his free arm around my small body. He nuzzles his face into my neck. "It's ok, mi princesa," he whispers.

I lay my head on his chest, over his heart. I close my eyes and listen to the steady beat of his heart.

Bump...Ba bump...Ba bump...

I yawn. He chuckles. "I'll watch over you as you sleep, mi único y verdadero amor (my one and only love)," he whispers. "I promise." I smile and soon fall asleep, snuggled up in Alex's arms, feeling safe and warm.

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