Higher Love

Chapter Seventeen

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I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights

No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch

I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night

Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust

*The Weekend - Blinding Lights*

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BRADLEY'S POV

Three weeks.

Three weeks I'm back in London.

Living in her house.

It's lonely.

Everything in here is hers, it smells like her.

Anna and Marc come by everyday, looking after me.

My injuries are all healed, even my arm. I do physiotherapy for gaining all the movements back in my arm and hand.

I had been given an extremely high amount of money, for what happened to me... to us.

Because, the Agents that should have spied on the house, made a break, without anyone at the headphones or something. If only one of them would have stayed at the headphones and monitors, this all wouldn't have happened.

But it did happen and they gave away damages for pain and suffering.

But with no money in the world, they can take away the pain I feel.

It's massive and no one can take that away. They all try, but it doesn't help.

All I want is her back, healthy and here with me. I would give up everything for that.

Emy had no luck with that bullet. It crashed through her stomach and destroyed her liver and kidney. Not completely but enough. She lost a lot of blood that night during the surgery, they had to give her several transfusions.

After the surgery they laid her in an artificial coma, so her body could heal.

They told me, it would maybe last a week.

But after that week, she didn't heal like she used to. So, she was brought back to the London military hospital. There she was taken away from the medication that let her stay in the coma. But she is still sleeping.

The doctors explained that her body is maybe not ready to wake up. Maybe she is trapped in a psychic trauma, so her brain shuts herself up, to heal and process everything.

Because her body is just fine by now, everything healed fine, she shouldn't even feel any pain anymore, when she wakes up. So we were told to talk to her, bring the stuff she likes, especially when it has a smell.

I stayed with her for several days, but I guess I looked so awful, that Anna, Marc and my parents forced me to go home to sleep and eat.

The only home I wanted to be, was her house. So I'm staying here.

We rotate with the visits at the hospital, so everytime around the clock, someone is with her. When I'm with her, I read from her favorite books, just like we did back in the house in Inverness.

I just hope that my voice will maybe bring her back to me. So I read and read, till my voice breaks. I lay beside her, caressing her hair, her face, holding her hand, anything just making contact to her skin. Sometimes I imagine she would pull my hand back, but when the doctors check her, there is no movement on the monitors. They tell me then, that I wish so bad for a response from her, that I feel this.