Chapter 24

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(Neymar's POV)

I was walking out of Camp Nou when my phone rang.

"Hello"?

"NEYMAR"?

"Nikki, what's wrong"?

"Eva. She's been in an accident and she in a coma".

"WHAT".

"Just please come to the hospital, please".

"I'm on my way right now".

I hung up and drove as fast as I could.

(Eva's POV)

"Hello? Where am I"?

"You're in heaven, angel".

"Dad, how did I get here"?

"You had a very bad car crash and now you're in a coma" said my mom.

I couldn't believe what she just told me.

"Angel, we love you, but we don't want you here right now. We want you to be Neymar and Nikki".

"How do I get out of here"?

"Fight".

"With what"?

"All you have in your body. Don't stop fighting. Whatever the reason, don't stop fighting Eva".

"Sweetie, come with us".

I followed them until I seen a a vision of Neymar, crying beside my bed.

"Is this happening right now"?

"Yes, he just found out and drove here as fast as he could. He really does care about you".

I couldn't help but shed tears.

I sobbed, as a matter of fact.

When I opened my eyes, my parents were gone.

"Mom? Dad? Where'd you go"?

I suddenly heard Neymar talk.

"Eva, please wake up. I need you, Nikki needs you. It breaks my heart seeing you like this. I love you so much. I can't even describe how much you mean to me. You're my world and I can't live without you. Please don't leave me. I'll be here every single day until you wake up. I don't care how long it takes. Just please wake up, Eva. Please".

I cried, knowing that he wouldn't leave, even if the nurses told him too.

"Neymar, I love you too".

"He can't hear you" said my mom.

"Please let me out of here" I said, crying.

"You have to do that on your own. We can't help you".

(Neymar's POV)

I sat there beside her bed, crying my eyes out.

Then Nikki came in and just hugged me.

After a while, Nikki left.

"Call me if anything happens".

"I will".

I sat in the chair and watched her.

I kept thinking all the bad things that could happen to her.

"What is she dies? What if she wakes up but doesn't remember anything? What if she only remembers being in love with Marc?"I tried getting these thoughts out of my head, but they wouldn't get out.

I didn't sleep at all.

A week later

She still hasn't woken up yet, even though the doctors said she would wake up soon.

I've gone back to practice, while Nikki stayed with Eva. She would call me or text me if anything happened at all.

After practice, I walked out and drove straight to the hospital. When I walked in, I seen Nikki in the waiting room, crying.

"Nikki, what happened to her"?

She didn't say anything.

"Nikki what happened to Eva" i asked again.

"Her-Her h-heart" she studdered.

"What about it"?

"It stopped and they had to do surgery on her".

Could things get any worse. I felt like punching the wall.

Suddenly, a doctor came up to us.

"Are you here for Eva Cruz"?

"Yes, how is she"?

"She's out of surgery and is in recovery. But there's one thing we couldn't do one thing".

"What was it" i asked.

"She started having contractions and we couldn't stop them....."

"Wait what contractions"?

"Her baby started having contractions. You didn't know she was pregnant"?

I couldn't believe he was telling me this.

"Sir are you okay"?

I sat down.

"Are you sure she's pregnant"?

"Yes, we found this out in the operating room".

"Okay".

He walked away.

I walked into her room and sat near her bed.

I looked out the window when I heard a whimper.

"Neymar, where am I"?

"Oh my god, Eva. Are you okay"?

"I-I remember looking down and that's it".

"You were in a car accident".

A nurse walked in.

"You woke up. How are you feeling"?

"Okay, I guess".

"Do you remember anything"?

"I remember driving and looking down for something and that's it".

"You started bleeding because your baby was under distress".

(Eva's POV)

What baby, I'm not pregnant".

"Baby, you are pregnant" Neymar said.

"I want a paternity test" i say suddenly.

Neymar looked at me like I was crazy but I didn't look back at him.

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