Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED) Wattys2018

Chapter LVIII - DON'T GIVE UP ON US

Gabrielle twists the doorknob ever so slowly as she breathes hard readying herself to see Vincent inside the Intensive Care Unit of National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery at Queen Square in London where he was immediately rushed to after the ill-fated morning when his car crashed around the area after drowning himself in alcohol all throughout the previous night. Initial investigations appear that Vincent was driving drunk resulting to him crashing with a truck on the way home. But as the investigation progress, it appears that the brake of his car wasn't working and the reason why he crashed wasn't just because he was intoxicated but more than anything else, the possibility of a foul play is also put into consideration.

The moment Adrijan's call ended, she has immediately arranged for the private plane and flown to London with Veronica sleeping soundly in her arms.

Just like Vince, Veronica is also admitted in the same hospital making it easier for her to supervise both of them in the same place.

"Mommy... whewe awe we?" She'd asked after waking up and finding that they're in an unfamiliar place.

"We're at the hospital, baby..." she said kissing her forehead.

"Mommy...?" She asked looking around before she gazed up at her mother.

"Will dada visit me here...?" Having asked that, all Gabrielle could do is embrace her daughter tighter with the hope that soon, she could give Nic a yes as an answer...

For now, it is only her who could go and see Vincent. It is only her who could very well understand what he is going through as an adult and at the same time, as a doctor herself.

With heavy steps, she gets closer to the bed after shutting the door closed as gently as the way she opened it.

Her eyes are focused on the strange looking man lying on the hospital bed in the middle of the room. Towering him is a stand where a blood bag hangs on just in front of the different machines that are monitoring his vitals including his pulse, breathing and blood pressure...and a respirator... for a reason she hopes wouldn't ever happen.

She can barely recognize him with the amount of bruises all over his face. His shaved head is dressed in a thick surgical gauze. Around his neck is a cervical collar and inside his mouth is an endotracheal tube to keep him breathing. The multiple cords connected to his body is not less than the bruises that are covering it now.

In a medical practitioner's point of view, it isn't so hard for Gabrielle to determine Vincent's condition just by looking at him. She sobs placing her palm above her mouth. She begins crying as she gets near him.

With one shaky step...

Two steps as her legs begin to turn jelly-like...

Third step and she swears her heart starts dripping blood quicker that the IV connected to his vein.

Closing the distance until she's right beside the bed where he's lying on, Gabrielle gasps in horror as she looks closer at the man she's given and lost her heart to. Looking at him...

Just looking at him...with clouded vision because of the tears that keep running from her eyes she feels as if her heart shrinks and her brains stops functioning as if she were the one lying there.

Even his knees are braced as well as his right arm. The blood dramatically falls down from the IV bag down to the tube connected to his veins as he breathes shallowly with the help of the endotracheal tube that is inserted through his mouth. The oximeter is clipped on his forefinger that remains unmoving.