My Dear Deadly Husband

Chapter 34

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"How is she?"

She heard a familiar voice resonating in her head. She definitely knew this person because she seemed to recognise their voice but she couldn't quite put a finger on it.

"She's fine. She just suffered from a minor concussion. Luckily the bush helped lessen the damage."

What were they talking about?

"She's moving," the familiar voice exclaimed.

After that statement was made, she suddenly heard a series of rapid footsteps around her. She sensed someone had come to her side and the weight of the bed fell near her hand.

"Rose," the voice called out to her in a whisper.

She knew this person. Who was it?

"Can you hear me?"

Her ears tingled. She could hear them.

They sounded so clear yet so far.

Suddenly, a warm feeling enveloped her right hand. They were holding it, weren't they?

"If you can hear me, please come back to me," they gently pleaded.

"Please open your eyes."

As if on command, her eyes slowly opened to a bright white world.

Did she die and go to heaven? But, she didn't exactly deserve to be in heaven. Was hell always this illuminating?

"Rose," the voice exclaimed in surprise.

As they called her name, she groggily blinked several times to adjust to the bright lights and she groaned in pain as her head suddenly began to ache.

"Take it easy now," the figure reassured, helping her sit up.

Looking at the blurry person, she still couldn't tell who it was; it was just a series of black dots and shapes.

Only a minute later of calmly readjusting her eyes, when the images started to focus, she realised who had been talking to her this entire time.

"Ryan?" she mumbled unsure.

"Yeah," he murmured gently.

As she came to, her eyes found the image of Ryan in front of her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Where are we?" she asked puzzled.

"We're in the hospital," he replied.

She looked at him confused.

"Hospital?" she questioned.

"Frankly, I want to apologise first. This all happened because of Sinclair and I," he mumbled apologetically.

"Sinclair?" she repeated. "Who?"

Ryan whipped his head towards her. He looked confused. Did she say something wrong?

"What?" she puzzled.

"You don't know who Sinclair is? Keenan Sinclair?" he asked in a whisper.

She looked around confused.

"Should I?" she worried.

She watched as a mixture of emotions passed through Ryan's eyes. By the end, he suddenly started laughing in his spot. He bent over chuckling oddly before sitting back up with an peculiar gaze.

"No, no, you don't need to worry about him. He's irrelevant at this point," he said.

"Is something wrong?" she asked concerned.