"Babe it's me....." I carefully walked to her. I don't know how she reached here.
She was still sobbing. Sitting with her back against the wall, her head on her knees.
"Get away from me . I don't know you. Please call my parents." She choked between her sobs.
I knelt down to talk to her but the proximity must've alarmed her because she jumped away from me and slid her body away from me.
"Don't come close to me."
Her crying became worse. The blood from her wounds was staining the floor.
I wanted to help her so bad. To hold her and comfort her but right now my comfort would not do anything but make things worse.
So I did what I had to.
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She was finally sleeping.
It took the medics about ten minutes to reach after I called. They sedated her and brought her to the hospital.
Since she tried to run today her room was kept locked and all nurses were made alert about her.
As I see her face through the tiny glass on the door a million thoughts and emotions flood through my head.
All this is my fault.
I should have been more careful.
If only I was just a bit more cautious my angel wouldn't be in this state.
Maybe it should've been me instead of her. Yeah... She would be handling this way better than me.
Earlier today when the doctors gave me the news I freaked out. I ran to her room. She saw me , her eyes searching for a loved one and mine searching for my loved one.
Both missing. There was not a hint of recognition on her face and that smile that adorned her beautiful features every time she saw me lay somewhere lost behind her bruised and cut lips.
In a moment of utter stupidity I bent down to kiss her. In a second her hand had left a mark on my cheek and she started screaming for help.
I was taken aback by her reaction. Never once in our two years of togetherness had she slapped me. My speechless self just stood there looking at her howling.
In minutes the nurses were in. One of them immeadiately shoved me out the door and locked it. It took them few minutes to calm her down.
After that incident I was told to not visit her for a while. The doctor said that what I did overwhelmed her a lot and that if something like this happens again her recovery process will be harder.
Standing outside her door right now my chest hurts. The feeling that I may lose her has finally dawned upon me. My eyes start to water. The tears I have been holding in for the last four days all gush out together as I sink to the floor.
And just for a while to comfort my heart I think of the beginning ...
