Perfectly Arranged • Alejandro Rosario

14 • Is she gone?

Alejandro's Pov:

It's been a whole month. She's been laying there, lifeless. I don't know what to do without her. I haven't even known her that long and I'm so reliant on her.

I've just arrived at the hospital, like I do at 9am every morning until 6pm at night. They've told me they're going to try and wake her up today. God I hope it works. I miss her so much. I've been going to the cliff everyday now, hoping Angel would turn up. But there's not sign of her. Has something happened to her?

Kio comes by every Monday, Mattia on Tuesday, Kairi on Wednesday, the Girls on Thursday, my Parents on Friday, her Parents on Saturday. Then it's just me on Sundays. We all miss her but it's so much easier for them to continue with their lives. They went three weeks where she wasn't involved with their lives, when she was spending it with us. But I spent most of everyday of 6 weeks before the wedding with her. Now I just spend it with her lifeless body. Talking to her, hoping she'll talk back. Holding her hand, hoping she'd rub the back of my hand with her thumb like she usually did. Crying beside her, hoping she'd wipe away the tears. God please. Give me some sign that she's going to come back to me. Some sign that she's still fighting the coma my own sister put her in. God I hate Cynthia. I could tear her apart limb by limb if it meant I got my y/n back in my arms.

I'm waiting outside her hospital room. They're trying to wake her up. I think it's going well, I don't know, I'm not a doctor. Then something happened. Why is everyone rushing about? Why are they giving her cpr? Why isn't she waking up? Why does she have no pulse? She's dead isn't she? No, no, no please. God please, do something. I know I'm not religious and I don't pray. But help her. Please. All of the nurses and doctors left the room, with their heads down. Tears were streaming down my face. Please tell me I'm dreaming. WAKE THE FUCK UP ALEJANDRO! This can't be happening. One of the doctors came up to me.
"I'm really sorry, but she didn't make it," He said, his voice full of sympathy.
"Can I see her?" I asked, in between sobs.
"Of course," He said then he opened the door and let me in.
I sat beside her on the chair I usually do and spoke to her. "Come back to me y/n. This wasn't how is was supposed to end. We were supposed to grow old together, get wrinkly together. Start a family, have kids. Get that dog you always told me you wanted. Now I have to live in that house, that was bought for us, alone. I can't do that, I can't do this without you. Come back to me. Please." I looked down at her pale hand that I was holding and back up at her face. I stood up and planted a soft, last kiss on her cold lips.

*Beep*Beep*Beep*

What's happening?! Omg she's got a pulse! I guess true love's kiss does solve all. All of the doctors came rushing into the room and asked me to leave. I watched her as she quickly sat up, took a big gasp of air. Omg she's alive!! My princess is alive! Thank you!! Then she fell back onto the bed. Lifeless again, but breathing. Back in that stupid coma I suppose. But she's alive. She came back to me.

It's been two weeks since she flatlined and the doctors believe she's stable enough to be woken again. This time she shouldn't flatline and should be okay. God I hope so. I miss her so much and Angel hasn't made an appearance. Where has she gone? I shouldn't be thinking about her. I should be thinking about my wife, who's coming back to me today.
The doctors are in her room, trying to wake her up. They removed the breathing equipment and allowed her to breathe on her own. It's working. She's breathing!! Her eyes started fluttering. The her fingers wiggling. Then her toes. The her eyes opened. Although I was the other side of the door, she looked at me through the window. That was the first thing she did. She let out a sigh of relief that I didn't even know she was holding. Then she smiled at me. God I missed that smile. I smiled back as a happy tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. She's back. She came back to me. The doctors ran some quick tests to check her health then left the room and told me I could go in.
I slowly walked in and made eye contact with her, "Hey Princess," I smiled as I sat back in my chair and took her hand.
"Hi baby," She whispered, her throat was obviously dry.
"Would you like some water and something to eat?" I offered. She nodded and I told her I'll be back. I grabbed her a water bottle and a yoghurt since she probably couldn't eat solid food and took it back to her.
"Thank you baby," She whispered as she slowly sat up and took them off me. After eating them, she began talking again, "How long was I gone?" She asked as she looked down at her hands, and her bandage wrapped around her stomach.
"A month and a half," I said as I took her hand and kissed it.
"I'm sorry," She said.
"No, no, no princess. This wasn't your fault. Why are you sorry?" I reassured her.
"We were supposed to go on a honeymoon, open our wedding gifts, have our first dance, have an amazing reception, cut our wedding cake. If I didn't get stabbed, we could've done all that. We could've been perfect," She cried, she was breaking down now.
I stood up and gently brought her close to my chest. She cried into my shoulder as I spoke to her. "Princess, listen to me. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. We can still have the wedding you deserve. We'll plan another. We can have a second wedding, a proper one, you can have a brand new dress, we'll write new vows, we'll have an amazing reception, with amazing food and a perfect cake. Then we'll go on a honeymoon to the place you dream of and we'll come back and open all the wedding gifts and love into our house together. We'll do it again. Do you like the sound of that?"
She pulled out of the hug and looked up at me. She took her hands and wiped away her tears and smiled at me, she nodded and mumbled, "I don't deserve you."
I got closer to her and whispered in her ear, "No, you deserve better."
We sat there hugging until our family came in. They slowly walked towards her.
"Hi Sweetie, how are you feeling?" Her dad asked calmly as he kissed her forehead.
"Hi Dad, I'm ready to get out of this hospital bed and beat that son of a bitch," She said as a huge grin appeared on her face. For someone who's been asleep for a month and a half, she seems really happy. God I love her so much. I can't wait to marry her again, for real this time.
"I'm not made of glass guys, you can hug me if that's what you want," She said as she looked st our family who were stood their nervously.
They all hugged her one by one and greeted her. Even my Dad which surprised me. I didn't think he was the affectionate type, but he's obviously a big fan of y/n. Or he just feels guilty because it was his daughter who put her there.
"I'll pay for a redo of the wedding you would like one," My dad said as he looked at the ground. She looked across at me, gave me a small smile and looked back at my dad.
"Clayton, it's not your fault what she did. It was wrong, I know and I'm not sure why she did what she did. But it's not your fault. You're not responsible. It's very thoughtful of you. Me and Alejandro already decided to have a redo of the wedding," she reassured him, "And actually go through with it this time," she chuckled.
"I'm glad to see you've still got your sense of humour," Kio laughed.
"Of course I do. I wouldn't have it any other way," She smiled as she appreciated everyone being here. I could see it in her eyes, she was happy. Why though? She's literally just been stabbed? I mean not just but just.
"So when do you get to leave?" her mother asked.
"One week and I'll be able to leave but I need to have one week of rest at home the doctor said," she answered. I was still staring at her, admiring her, loving her. God she's so perfect.

Everyone else had left and it was just me and her.
"Can you stay with me tonight?" She asked whilst smiling at me.
"Of course princess," I responded as I got onto her bed and she cuddled up to me.
"Goodnight baby," She whispered.
"I love you so much princess, goodnight," I replied.
"I love you too," she whispered as she drifted to sleep in my arms.

End of pov.

A/n
Word count - 1637 words
This chapter was a bit emotional I supposed. Hope you enjoyed. Another chapter will probably be out today. Comment what you think of it :)