Love Is Real (Maylor)

Break Free

A/N:
I'm probably going to end this book soon 😔

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He hated hospitals.

He hated the smell, the look, the feeling. Everything. It reminded him of death and pain.

Nothing good has ever come from Roger going to the hospital.

"It'll be alright."

Will it?

"Bri, I don't know..."

He didn't.

"We can leave. She doesn't know you're here. I won't force you into anything you don't want to do." Brian stopped walking, pulling him off to the side.

"Rog, it's okay to be a bit nervous..."

"I'm well past a bit nervous, Brian! I-I'm quite close to freaking out! I haven't seen her in nearly ten years and now... Now this?" Roger pressed his back to the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. "She didn't want me, Bri. If she wanted me, don't you think she would've tried to see me?"

Brian frowned down at him, ignoring the small amount of people in the corridor and hugged him. "Maybe that's what she was trying to do, love. We don't know what happened."

Roger buried his face in Brian's chest, sniffling softly. "What if she still doesn't want me?"

"She has your name and number in her pocket, remember?" He pushed his hair back and looked down at him. "I'll be with you the whole time."

Roger nodded, pulling away from his embrace. "Okay..."

Brian held his hand as the walked into the waiting room, squeezing it when Roger spoke to a nurse at the nurses station.

"Room 137, to your right." The nurse said looking back down at her papers.

Roger mutter a quick 'thank you' before pushing past the door and walking down the corridor. The fluorescent lights lit the hall dimly as he scanned the doors.

He took a deep breath, glancing up at Brian before pushing into the room. He wondered if he should've told Clare before, but pushed the thought away. She would only worry, and that wouldn't be good for the baby.

With a few tentative steps, he saw her. Battered and bruised, laying in the hospital bed. Her right eye was swollen shut and her lip was busted and bloody. Her nose was covered with gauze and her arm was in a cast. His stomach twisted at the sight, a wave of nausea rushing over him.

"It's okay, just breathe." Brian whispered in his ear.

Roger nodded, pulling in a deep breath and letting it go. He walked closer to the bed, his eyes locked on the middle aged woman in front of him.

Her good eye opened slowly before turning to look at him. Her face twisted in pain before she let out a pitiful sob.

"Roger?..."

"It's me..." Roger cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to his feet.

Winifred broke down into tears, sobbing harshly to herself. Her entire body was shaking as she cried.

Roger tensed up even more, he watched her helplessly as tears formed in his own eyes.

He swallowed thickly, wiping his eyes before she saw.

"I-I didn't know you would come..." Winifred sniffled, her blue eyes gazing at him with wonderment and shock. She looked at him as if he would disappear at any moment, a mirage in desperate times of loneliness and fear.