A fairytale without name (Rose and Marco)

Chapter 31

Marco

Watching her stirring in her sleep while calling my name was certainly not how I had imagined it. After she had admitted that she had fallen in love with me, I wasn't given the chance to say it back. Because the truth was, I had fallen in love with her too and that was the scariest thing I had felt in my entire life.

Waiting for her to wake up was so difficult. I stayed by her side for two and a half days, leaving the room briefly when Jay came around, just to make a few phone calls and organize the plan for my revenge. I wasn't going to let this go so easily, even after the Irish contacted me to say that the assassin acted on his own and no permission was given to him to execute me.

Everyone had their orders, the word was out on the streets and Veronica was handling the firm during the day as best as she could. My parents were of course informed and were cutting their vacation short, to be here for me. They were the last people I needed to see right now. Danny kept sending me updates and every other head of the families rushed to express their support to me.

Nothing seemed important anymore. I nearly lost her that morning and I was the only responsible for that. It may have been another man's gun but I was the one that armed his hand. The fear in her eyes when I told her everything, just confirmed what I already knew. There was no way she could accept me as I really was and there was no use trying to convince her that we could make this work. Not after I almost got her killed, not after she saw me killing someone.

She was mostly peaceful during the days and that's when I would steal a kiss on her forehead or tell her how I felt about her. That's when I realized that I had really blown my chance to be happy. The nights were the worst. Nightmares disturbed her sleep and she would shake, sweat and scream my name. I thought that the shock would wake her up but I waited in vain to see her blue eyes. Helpless and desperate, I used to hold her hand, whispering in her ear, letting her know that I was there, by her side and no one would ever hurt her again. Sometimes she would respond and calm down immediately while others she would go on screaming and shaking for hours. I even sang to her one time and my sleepless mind thought she was smiling when the song ended.

I was on the verge of breaking down. Three days later and no sign of her waking up. No other physical evidence, that would explain her current state, was found. 'We should wait for her body to adjust and overcome the shock by itself', the doctor kept saying and I almost sent him to hell for playing with my patience.

No one but me was at fault here and I found it so difficult to cooperate with the annoying nurses that were checking her vitals every now and then. Stepping outside for a smoke and a cup of coffee, a few moments to clear my head, never seemed to pay off. My eyes were constantly glued to the window of her room, waiting for her to be up, wave at me and ask me to go to her. I was really starting to lose my mind.

When the third day came, Veronica came by the hospital and put on quite a show.

"You really should take a shower. It's no wonder the poor girl won't wake up. She wouldn't last a minute longer with that stench. And what's with the facial hair? Jesus Marco, you want to really scare her away, don't you?" shaking my head to her unique ability to make every serious situation light, I asked her to leave if she didn't have anything important to say. I was not in the mood for my sister's games.

"Jay is on his way. I'm here to take you home. You should really get some rest. You are not doing her any good by collapsing yourself. She is in good hands and you know it. Please Marco, mama and papa will be here tonight and I would hate it if they would have to come here to see you." Pausing for a second, she turned her gaze to Rose, who had been strangely peaceful today. "And what about her? Do you want our parents to meet her under these circumstances? Come on, you know I'm right. Let's get you home, get some sleep and you can come back later. You know papa is furious. You need to be in a better shape to confront him."