||ON HIATUS|| Enigmatic Love [MLBB Fanfic: A Love Story Of Granger and Lesley]

Chapter 12: Back to His Old Self

Chapter 12: Back to His Old Self

Third Person

It's been three days, after the party. The palace filled with ashes and blood before, were now swept away. The Moniyan Palace, seems to be at peace.

Granger was still sitting beside the unconscious Lesley. He's doesn't feel a little bit tired, even though he never slept throughout the day, and he had sleepless nights worrying about her.

Dyrroth, his condition was also fatal, because Lesley and Granger shot him right through his heart for like countless times. But, everyone's surprised because of his quick recovery. But Princess Silvanna decided that they won't let him get out of the clinic, if he ever wakes up.

Someone knocked on the door, Granger didn't turned around, "Come in," He said, as the door opened. It was Alucard, who stood at the doorway, holding a tray of food.

It's a sandwich, and an orange juice.

Alucard faked a cough, just to get Granger's attention, but still, Granger wasn't looking back.

"Dude, you should eat, it's not good for you to skip meals," Alucard said, as he slowly walked to Granger. While Granger, was still looking at Lesley, and pain filled in his heart.

"Put it beside the table, thank you." Granger muttered, and still he didn't took his eyes off her.

Alucard carefully placed the tray on the table beside the bed, and he walked away. As he reached the door, he stopped on his tracks, but he didn't looked back at Granger,

"Dude, I have to say this, but she's a keeper. I gotta go, good night." Said Alucard as he exited from the clinic.

Granger sighed as he looked at the clock on the table, it's now quarter to ten.

He was about to bury his face on the bed, where Lesley lies, when someone spoke, "Hello, mister." Granger turned around and he found out that Dyrroth's now awake.

Granger looked at him with disbelief as Dyrroth looked at him with an innocent look on his face.

'Lesley used the pistols that Silvanna made, this must be the effect,' Granger thought to himself.

And to his surprise, Dyrroth looked down and his cheeks flustered, "I-I'm hungry," He muttered, then Granger looked at the tray of sandwich and an orange juice.

He had no choice, but to give his food to Dyrroth. Granger stood up from the chair, took the tray, and placed it carefully on Dyrroth's lap.

"Suit yourself," Granger muttered. Dyrroth looked at him with glint in his eyes, and smiled.

"Thank you, mis—"

"Just... Granger," Granger cut him off as he went back to the chair, facing Lesley.

The bullet Dyrroth received, took effect on him. His heart became pure, tender, fragile, and innocent. Dyrroth stared at Granger, as if he was an angel in disguise.

Then Dyrroth's gaze went to Lesley, who was still in comatose, he felt vulnerable after seeing her state. Her bandages were filled with blood, and her skin was pale—no, more like lifeless.