In Your Eyes ↦ Lauren/You

Chapter 20

Dr. Jauregui's POV

I sighed as I lean back on my office chair. I just finished treating Luke's wound and thank God it's not that serious.

I'm still not used to Y/N being around here in the hospital where I work and where my daughter come and go almost three to four times a day.

Did you ever feel guilty at something you know it's wrong but you still did it? But when you look at them, and we you see how happy they are, you finally stopped being guilty?

They say that most people are tend to do the wrong things for a right reason. And what I did twelve years ago, it still hunts me. But I didn't do it for myself, I did it for my daughter, Lauren.

I saw how devastated she was when she found out that her mom died when the tunnel collapsed and she was the only one who survive at the two of them and that happened nineteen years ago.

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A loud knocks startled me on my seat. I just got a call from the police and they informed me that the tunnel collapsed and that my wife, Clara Jauregui didn't made it. I closed my eyes and silently praying that my daughter is still alive. I don't know what will I do if I found out that my daughter is dead too.

I didn't even bother to let them in, when I heard the door being gently pushed open, "Dr. Jauregui, Lauren is in the emergency room." I snapped my head and saw Dr. Hamilton catching his breath and place his palm on the wooden door as he take some deep breaths.

"What?" I asked him and lift myself up from the couch.

"Your daughter, she's in the emergency room." He said in between pants.

I run outside my office as fast as I could. I impatiently tap my foot on the cold floor as I waited for the metal doors of the elevator to open. I walk inside and press the ground button repeatedly. I need to see Lauren, I need to see my daughter.

I sprinted at the emergency room and asked a lot of nurses to where my daughter is, and they pointed at the other side of the room. I can feel a strung of tears rolling down on my face when I saw how fragile my daughter looks. She's staring at space.

The blood streak is still visible on her face, her clothes are dirty and as I inch closer to her. "Lauren,"

"Dad?" She lift her head up and look at the other direction. "Are you there?" She asked and held her hands upwards trying to look for me. I broke down to sobs when I realized that she lost her eyesight.

I hug her small body and I kiss the top of her head, "I'm here, Daddy's here." I heard my daughter cried in my arms.

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I twist the door knob open and slight push the door so I can come inside my daughter's hospital room. She just got out of the operation room and it turns out that her eyes got some pieces of shattered car window glasses. And thank God Dr. Liz Hemmings already removed it but she still blind.

I saw Lauren leaning her upper body on the head board and I walk towards her, "Laur?" She have a bandage on her eyes and wearing a hospital gown.

"Dad," Her jaw is quivering. "Where's mom?"

I take a deep breaths and climbed on the side of the bed and hug her side ways. "Oh Lauren. Your mom didn't make it," I muttered against her hair.

"She's- she's dead?" I respond a quiet, yeah. My daughter started crying and pushing me away. "Go away!"

"Laur, please calm down."