Never Stop Fighting

Chapter 14

Black.

Darkness.

That's the only thing I could see or comprehend. My mind was hazy and dizzy. And I felt like horrible and sick.

As my sense slowly awoke, I could start being aware of things.

   I figured out that I was lying on a soft mattress that smelled like Axel so I knew I was back in his bed. I could hear somebody's breathing and I was pretty positive it wasn't my own.

   I was also aware of somebody, if I had to to chose I'd bet it was Axel, holding my hand and rubbing their thumb across my knuckles.

   "Come on, Babygirl. Please wake up," his voice whispered somewhere to the right of me. He sounded desperate and tired.

   I tried opening my eyes, but my lids refused the request my brain was commanding them. No matter how much I demanded it, they wouldn't listen.

    I also tried moving my legs or arms and it didn't work either. I felt paralyzed.

   "Wake up," Axel begged again and I felt his lips on my forehead. He sounded so worried and stressed out.

   I put all my focus on the hand he was holding and I forced my muscles to listen to me.

   I was rewarded with a gasp as Axel felt my hand tighten in his grip.

  "Dakota," he breathed out,"Can you hear me,"

   I squeezed again and it took all my energy, or lack of.

  "Can you open your eyes?" He asked and I could feel him closer.

   I tried again, but it was useless. Instead I let out a quiet groan.

   "Here. I'm putting a straw in your mouth. Drink,"

   The straw pushed on my lips and went into my mouth. Against my tiredness, I took a sip. Water hydrated my parched throat and a sigh of relief escaped it.

   "Good girl," I felt him sigh with happiness as ran his fingers through my hair.

   "You had me really worried. I wasn't sure if you were gonna wake up," I felt him lay his forehead on my arm.

   I tried once again to open my eyes and was met with a fludder.

   Come on! OPEN.

   They finally listened this time.

   The room came into my vision and I was right, Axel's room.

   "Hey," was the only thing I could think of to say. My voice was horribly dry and sounded terrible to my ears.

   But, nonetheless, his head shot up and I was met with dark blue eyes. And if I thought I looked horrible. He was worse.

   It look like he hasn't slept in a week. He had dark bags under his eyes that held so much anxiousness. His cheeks were swollen in like he barely ate.

   "You look terrible," I let out a small smile and was met with his eyes filling with amusement as he barked out in laughter.

   "Well you look beautiful as ever," he commented.

   "Liar," I replied, huskily.