The Herra Project II- Secret Weapon [H.S AU]

Is she awake?

I analyzed her sleeping face intensely. Her long eyelashes kept still, despite my mind imagining them flutter open to meet my eyes.

But they didn’t. And her brain was dead.

“What are you doing?”

I jumped to my feet as a doctor came in and outstretched her hand toward Sierra. When she ignored me, I stood in front of the bed to block my treasure from, in my mind, the pirate.

“I need to check her breathing is regular- are you allowed to be here?”

“Yes, I’m her husband,” I lied.

She sent me a raised eyebrow, “She looks young to be married.”

“We married young.”

“Where’s her ring?”

My mind raced for a split second, “She didn’t want a ring. She wanted a necklace.”

The nurse left my eyes to examine her gold chained necklace, thankfully present around her pale neck. Her entire body was drained from pigment and life. Everything was cold and empty. I just wanted to hug her back to health, give her warmth and comfort.

“Indeed,” she murmured, looking back up at me.

“How did she sustain her injury?”

Again a second passed before I answered, “Motorbike accident.”

“I have seen too many cases like this.” The doctor’s eyes went cold as she glared at me, “The bloody boyfriend’s motorbike.”

“You are so far from truth.”

“What happened then?” Her gaze was supposed to be intimidating, but I found myself holding in a scoff.

“She took the motorbike out without telling me. When I came home I found her on the grass…”

“Yes, I understand,” the doctor sighed, putting a finger on Sierra’s forehead.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s in a sort of coma- I won’t go into detail. It’s variable how long- in the next minute, a day, a week, a month, a few months…”

“What?” My voice was trembling from my lips. I shot my fingers to Sierra’s limb hand and held it softly, feeling nothing but cold touch my skin.

“I am sorry,” the doctor muttered before turning and leaving from her bed. I looked around carefully to see no one paying attention before looking back at her bandaged arm. I put my hand over it and surged as much of the green energy as I could into her wound. I couldn’t help with blood loss, but I could heal the damage.

Except emotional damage, the worse kind. I couldn’t take away the visions of Sierra soaked in blood with one of the most haunting expressions I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t forget that my mother was still alive and in the same city as me. I couldn’t run away from the fact I suddenly had a sister that had the genes of the two people I hated the most, and my own.

I needed her the most right now, and it was my own fault she couldn’t help me. I should never have let her go off by herself in the first place.

When I zoned in again I looked down to see I had slightly bent the metal railing at the end of her bed. I still wish she would wake up, hold me like no one else would and soften the blow.

I kissed her cold hand and drew the blankets further up her body to her shoulders before I fell into the chair next to the bed.

I should have trusted my instincts. If she weren’t so bloody persistent about this trust thing, I would have done it myself. Rather me then her anyhow. Glancing across at her, my heart crawled up into a ball and rolled into the shadows. She needed to wake up and be all right, or I would be long dead.