Just For Her

Chapter 1: Awake

Kurt fell asleep on the chair right after he read her another story. He had been doing this for the past months she was lying motionless, except for the soft rising and falling of her chest, on the bed. Yesterday, he insisted to move her on his mansion. He spent all day the day before preparing the room she’ll stay in and moved all the furniture to give room on the machines that are keeping her alive.

Unlike her first months on the hospital after the accident, her conditioned seemed to improve much faster and much better. Less medications for the wound and her life was clearly declared out of danger and more stable according to his friends.

Though he assigned him self as her personal doctor, attending her very need, he asks for opinions of the experts he knew to make sure she got the best medical attention to keep her breathing.

He once hunted down the best doctor in world who retired from the profession to look and check for any damage on her brain. It was a barely made negotiation but he was so determined to get him check her so he used all the connections he had to make him say ‘yes’.

People may think he was insane and for that matter, maybe he was but he would never be ashamed of it if it meant keeping her alive, and be with her.

He slowly raised himself from the chair and reached out to touch her cheek with his knuckles. He smiled as he caressed the soft skin.  He leaned down and kissed her gently of the forehead and murmured, “Good morning, beautiful”

He imagined her answering back with a sweet, ”Good morning, handsome", and he would chuckle.

Sighing loudly, he stood up straight and went for a shower. He savored the touch of the cold water against his muscles. Every aching longing seemed to dissipate but not completely. A big chunk of desire to see her open her eyes and smile like before was eating him every day.

He looked at his reflection on the mirror and saw the man he became. Everyone must be thinking that he had all that he wanted from life.

The fame and achievements on his profession. The kind of living every male envied about, the glances of wants to get him and everything but they were all wrong.

All of it was nothing compared to the emptiness he felt.
And only one person could fill it.

He turned the shower off and stepped out of the bathroom and wrapped his lower region with a white towel. Drying his hair with another towel, he stood frozen on the doorway when he saw ‘her’ sitting on the bed facing him. He blinked for a few times to make sure his eyes and his mind were not playing some tricks on him.

And still, there she was. Sitting and looking at him curiously.

His own heart beat loudly like a hammer pounding on an iron bar. It was almost deafening.
He was not aware the way he panted on his breath.

Unhurriedly, as if calculating every possibility of the moment to be a dream, he took his steps towards her.

“Allison…”, he breathed out her name unbelieving that finally, he saw her soft eyes looking at him.

But the woman who owned that name moved away hastily with her eyes widening in fright. He stopped on his tracks fighting himself to reach out and engulf her on his arms, hold her tightly in place and feel her warmth when she fell on he ground. It was a pang in the chest to see her terrified of him.

“Hey, calm down”, he said as if talking to a frightened child crouching down beside her but she moved away. (okay, I know. How would it fucking look like when he crouched down on her side only wearing a white towel? But that’s it )

“W-Who are you?”

Fuck! He cursed on his mind. Her voice was just so sweet that he felt the drumming organ inside him melted away.

Why can’t she remember me? , he asked himself.

Of course, she can’t remember you. She doesn’t even know you in the first place. Not the way you know her , another part of his brain answered.

“I’m…”, he cleared his throat to push the undeniable yearning on his voice.”I’m a doctor. I’m your doctor. My name is Kurt Frederik Weston”

“A d-doctor?”, she asked and it was then that Kurt only notice the rasped sound of her voice.

He nodded but gave his attention on her body checking for any harm done when she lost her balance.

“Are you hurt?”

No answer.

“Can I touch you? I--I mean, to help you on your feet”, he knew that he sounded desperate for this but that’s what he really felt. She should thank him instead because he lessened and controlled himself at leveling his desperation to touch her and not absentmindedly lifted her on his arms.

But instead of answering, she got hold of the side of the bed helping her self up.

“W-Where am I?”, he sucked the air in his lungs when tears brimmed on her eyes.

“Look, I am not going to hurt you, okay? I’m your doctor and my duty is to help you get better not to hurt you”, the anxiousness he felt in making her understand was too high for his liking. it was itching on his body like needles and any moment now, his body would shake with frustration. Not on the situation, not on her but all for him self for he had no other idea of handling this kind of situation.

He never thought of it.

He was just always thinking of her but not the very moment of her being awake for the first time. For a top notched person like him, it was this rare time to forget something so important. 

“O-Okay…”, she whispered lowly but he heard her clearly. He always did. “But where am i?”

“You’re in my house”

Her eyes widened for the second time.

“It’s not what you think? You are here because I kind of became your guardian or something like that since you fall into coma"

“Coma? What happened to me?”

“You, you had an accident”,
Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that. It may take her by surprise and she could have a panic attack if this goes further.

“Calm down. Breathe”,

The aftershock of what happened to her must have started flooding her mind. Shit!

She was clutching her chest and breathing heavily as tears streamed on her face. Just before she completely convulsed in agony, she felt a sting of something sharp and pointed pierced into her arm.

“Calm down, Ali”, his voice slowly became muffled on her ear.

“No…”

“Sleep for now. It’s good for you”

“No…”

Her body was hauled up from the ground and landed on the soft mattress.

“No…”

“Shhhh… I’m right here. Sleep now, beautiful”, and suddenly that echoed some familiarity on her brain. And something soft and warm touched her temple as her eyes shut close.

Kurt run a hand over his face and the rose on the bedside table caught his eyes. It was getting dry.

“I think I have to replace it already”
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I already got an idea for JFH’s story line and let me tell you. What I have planned in here is somewhat different from my other stories. Yes, it includes jealousy, possessiveness, etc. but you will discover a very different Kurt Frederik Weston in here. So different I tell you. The drama and the definition of ‘love’ in here might take you to wondering of what’s right and what’s wrong when it comes to loving a person. You might find yourself trying to rationalize the actions of the characters or hate them without understanding why they did what they did. But that's what makes stories to be realistic.

You may love or hate Kurt.

See you on the next update.

Question: What do you expect on Kurt's character in this story?

Love,
Jo 