There she was now. Back to square one. Back to the hospital. For the right man that time. For her Maxence who had clung to life all the way to the emergencies. For her husband who was fighting not to give up on them. For the man she loved and whose blood was all over her clothes and skin. She was waiting anxiously for the surgeon to be done with Maxence, for the surgeon who was trying to save him. And the time had never seemed so slow to her. It could be completely still that she wouldn't see any difference. Her own lifetime had stopped the moment Maxence lost consciousness. She could barely breathe. Her life was on hold until she got news from her husband.
She was thinking about the day she had met him. He was a science teacher who had just lost everything in a fire. He was living in an abandoned warehouse. He was fixing things people were giving him for a living. It was just a few pennies here and there but he was saving them. Rose was part of the volunteers that were coming to feed the homeless in the district he was hiding in. With the time passing, they had become friends and she had employed him as her handyman. She couldn't give him much money but he had always accepted it gratefully and saved it preciously. And over the month, what was bound to ensue did happen: they fell for each other. For the better and for the worse.
When they had gotten engaged, he had given her a fob watch with strange symbols on it. Despite his condition, he had never sold it and Rose could tell it had a deep meaning for him though he never explained it to her. He had asked her to keep it for him. She had never understood why but she had promised. The watch was never leaving her. And as she waited, her blood-covered fingers were tracing the symbols on the watch. It was keeping her hands busy, but her mind kept on wandering to her hurt husband and the worry she was feeling for him. Their family didn't even know. She hadn't called them yet. But they must have seen the news and be as worried as her. She would call them later, when she would know more about Maxence's current condition. Which wouldn't take long since the surgeon was coming to her.
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Down to Earth
Fanfiction"Instead of killing himself, he could rewrite his whole life and have a better one. He only had to use the Chameleon arch. And maybe finally be happy in a life where his past as killer wouldn't weight so much on his shoulders."
