Ich Liebe Dich.

Chapter ten.

Meinhard's Pov.

I can hear him crying, pleading me to wake up. I want to do it so badly, I just can't get my eyes open. I want to scream in fusturation. I can feel his tears on my hand, the one he is holding. I have tried to squees his hand, but my body won't listen. If I could I would be crying. Nothing works. Many times has he told me he cares, I belive him. Truelly, once in my life I belive that someone really cares for me. I can feel his hand on my cheek, like he is brushing away my tears. Am I crying? Did it work? I try to squees his hand again with all my willpower. His soft gasp tells me I succeeded. "Meinhard, if you can hear me squees my hand again, please. I need you to wake up." I try again, only to feel his tears on my skin, it worked.  I force my eyes open, only to close them again because of the blinding light. "Turn off the fucking lights." My throat is raw and it hurts to talk. The next moment the room is dark, I open my eyes to look straight into Chris' eyes. "Water." He gives it to me. Pure bliss to my throat. I give back the glass to him. "When can I leave?" The moment I ask that the doctor enters my room. He seems suprised to see me awake.
"Mr. Meinhard you were in a coma for three and a half months. How are you feeling?" Now that I think of it I feel alright, so that is what I say to him. They leave me over night and I can leave tomorrow. I can't go back to my apartment, I just can't. He'll come back. He'll kill me for real this time. "You are coming to Blutengel house." Under my breath I correct house to manor. I hope he didn't hear that, but his laugh tells me other way. "My friend is coming to stay with us." Interesting, who is that friend of his? Seems like I have to wait for tomorrow's morning to find out.

*time skip to the morning*

They let me go home. I am alright. Soon I'll find out who is that friend, cause he is coming after us and taking us to the Manor. As I see the black red ford mustang, I have a feeling that this is Chris's friend's car. I am right. The guy who steps out of the car, he is tall, has black long hair with a stripe of white in it. He has dark eyes and clothes from middle age. At least they look like they are from middle age. Chris introduces him as Tilo Wolff. He is polite. He drives us back in complete silence. As we reach the Manor and I step out, our hugger Ulrike has her arms around me. I know that Chris is standing behind me, ready to catch. I hug Ullie back tightly. And really, I am not going to pass out.

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