Disguised As A Bad Boy

The Spark Of Love

Ace's POV

The sight of red, the feeling of it trickling down my face and the sound of sirens was all that I could remember.

Where am I? Everything is pitch black, I can't see a single thing.

I tried to move my arm yet it wouldn't do as I commanded. My body felt stiff and it feels like I'm somehow trapped, trapped within my own body.

What's that sound? Are there voices? Who's there?

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I can't do anything for you to forgive me. I made him like this"

"Chloe, don't blame yourself. All we can do now is wait until he wakes up."

Why is Chloe crying? Why is she blaming herself and am I asleep right now? If I am, I want to wake up.

Please wake up!

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Chloe's POV

More than an hour has passed and yet it feels like an eternity. Without leaving him out of my sight, I sat right next to where he laid.

The doctor had also informed me that, the bullet had been shot at his back and has deeply pierced through his skin. He also says that, if the bullet had been shot just a few more centimeters to the left, he would have been dead. Luckily they were able to get an easier access to the location of the bullet and to remove it.

So now all we have to do is wait, but waiting for who knows how long is making me feel sick. This is all because of me, he almost took his life for me and I don't know what I could do now. I keep getting myself into trouble, so maybe, just maybe I need to remove myself from him.

"Argh! What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?" I clutched my head and groaned in agony. Without realizing how tired I was, I slowly started to shut my eyes and then fell asleep.

"Chloe, Chloe, wake up"

"What? I'm still tired though" I muttered and then I thought, wait? Was that all a dream?

My eyes flashed opened and slowly I was able to regain my vision. All around me were patients that were dressed in a hospital gown and nurses hurrying to people in need of help.

In a split second, my eyes went back to Ace but he looked the same. It doesn't seem like he's woken up yet and this made me extremely worried.

Within the little amount of time that I was staring anxiously at Ace, I came to a conclusion. I have to leave. I can no longer be beside him because who knows what else could happen to him. I haven't done anything but to make him feel worried and injured.

"Hey Ashton, could you come to the hospital today? I have something to do. Okay, see you." I ended my phone call and before I left, I looked back at Ace.

Since this would probably be the last time I see him, I decided to give him a soft peck on the cheek, whispering the words, "Goodbye Ace".

After quickly packing up my stuff, I stood up and got ready to leave.

"Do you have to leave me?" as I was about to walk away, a hand tugged at my shirt and I turned around.

"Ace! I was so scared and I-I thought you-"

The ending of my sentence was interrupted as Ace pulled me to him, tightly squeezing me. This also caused me to fall flat onto his bed and there I was in front of him, cuddling.

"Thank goodness you're okay Chloe, I don't know what I else I could've done if you weren't-"

"Why do you care about me so much? I've done nothing but cause you to always receive cuts and bruises" I pulled away from his hug and stared into his eyes.