Under the Bad Boy's Spell

Fine Words Butter No Parsnips

"Did you even think about what you've done since that night?" I felt tears well up in my eyes, but managed to keep them at bay.

"Yes, but you seemed fine after a few days. I was angry that you could be fine so easily." Caspian said as we stopped at an intersection.

"Fine? FINE! Where is my Oscar for acting like everything's okay?" I felt the wet tears rolling down my cheeks. "I regret a lot of things, Caspian, but never what we had." I added in a softer tone.

"Why did you have dinner with Pierre?" Caspian pushed.

"What was I supposed to do, Caspian? Sit around and wait for you to finally realize what you have done? I don't know what emotions to feel anymore." I yelled. We were both in tears. "I want the truth, Caspian." I cried.

"The truth?" Caspian asked in a quivering voice. "I think about you more than I should. Trust me, Rebecca." He cried.

"It's hard to trust when all you have from the past is evidence why you shouldn't." I replied and my view was blurred by the tears.

"Why is it, the more you have to say, the harder it is to speak?" Caspian whispered and wiped his eyes.

"Should I leave or should I stay, Caspian? Choose me or loose me. I'm not a backup plan." I raised my voice.

Caspian opened his mouth to give me the answer, but he swerved to the side of the road to avoid an oncoming truck, but he was not quick enough. I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed over to his seat and sheltered him, before the car crashed into the truck with an ear-splitting rending of metal. Everything went pitch black. I was consious, but everything was black because of the pain.

I felt Caspian move beneath me. He stooped and grabbed me and began to pull me free of the wreckage. I was barely conscious and had a deep gash in my temple. My face was a mask of blood.
There was a brief silence before there was a flash and a great blast of heat and we were thrown backwards as the car exploded into an orange burst of flame.

***

Caspian's P.O.V

The quiet scrape of nurses' shoes on the tiled floor and muted voices in the corridor was the only sounds in ICU. The nurses were negative about Rebecca.

They said it would be a miracle if she survived. She obtained severe injuries to her vital organs and had uncontrollable internal bleeding.

She was fighting for her life and no one knew if she would make it.

"We will do everything in our power to help her, Mr Carter." The nurse said sympathetically.

The doors burst open and a group of three people ran towards me. Rebecca's mother, Terry and Lisa.

"How is she? Is she okay?" Lisa cried into her hands.

"The doctor says she might not live." My voice broke off. "I am so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I let my feelings get in the way. I behaved irrationally. Rebecca is going to die and her death will be on my hands." I fell into a chair and buried my face in my hands.

"Don't say that. God works in mysterious ways, Caspian." Terry sat beside me. He was such a great friend. I didn't deserve him. I didn't deserve any of them. Not Lisa, not Terry and not Rebecca. I am a jerk.

I redirected my gaze to the doors when two figures entered. I rose from the chair and walked towards them. "Father? Celeste?"

My heart swelled. Even though I hated my dad, he came to support me and that earned him some points.

"How is she, son?" My father asked when he released me from a hug.

"She's not good, father. They don't think she'll live. She sheltered me from the crash. She climbed on top of me and protected me." The images replayed in my head.

The nurses were in and out of the theatre. The rest of us sat in the waiting room, hoping for the best. I couldn't loose her. I wouldn't let her leave me here.

"We need Dr Alan in theatre now!" One of the nurses shouted.

We all jumped up in fear. "What's wrong? Is she going to be okay?" I asked worryingly.

"She's loosing too much blood. She's not going to make it." The nurse turned away from me and called for Dr Alan. They raced into the theatre and the ringing of the flatline rang in my ears.

I ran towards the theatre, but my father grabbed me in a firm hold. I tried to escape, but it was useless. I fell to my knees and sobbed. My father gripped my shoulder tightly.

"No, no. Rebecca!" I sobbed uncontrollably. "Rebecca." I buried my face in my hands. "No. D-don't leave m-me. I l-love you."

My father heaved me up from the ground and hugged me tightly. His cheeks were stained with tears, along with the rest of us.

"She's dead. She's dead." I sobbed repeatedly. Terry was holding Lisa to his chest as she cried. Celeste comforted Rebecca's mother.

The doctor came out of theatre and walked towards us. We all tried to keep our composure.

"We will move her into ward 22 on the second floor where she will hopefully make an astounding recovery. She's very lucky to have survived." The doctor smiled.

Confusion hung like a cloud in the air above us. "I don't understand, doctor. We heard the flatline. She died." I choked back tears.

"We managed to revive her, Mr Carter. We tended to her internal wounds and moved her into ward 22." The doctor answered, his brows furrowed.

"She's alive?" I asked unbelievably.

"Perfectly alive, Mr Carter." The doctor smile reassuringly. A sigh of the relief escaped everyone's mouth.

"May we see her, doctor?" Her mother's voice croaked.

"Only one at a time allowed in the room. She will regain consciousness any minute now." The doctor bid us farewells and disappeared down the corridor.

"Till death do us part, Rebecca." I whispered to myself.