Devote [book 1]

26

Lucas' POV

"Sir, are you a relative of Ms. Imogen Montas?" The police officer asked.

"Uh...yes," I said and nodded my head rapidly.

"We're sorry to inform you that Ms. Montas has gotten into a car accident. The injuries she received at the scene were not specifically life threatening. She was conscious but became unconscious after a few. She's going to the nearest hospital being Anglo American Hospital. Since the hospital is about an hour away from the crime scene, it'll take some time. We are very sorry sir," the police officer compassionately said.

Tears were streaming down my face and I was hyperventilating.

Breathe in, breathe out.

"O-okay thank you," I said after a few breathing exercises.

How did she get into an accident? She was just on her way here.

I got my car keys and made my out. Turning on the ignition and roaring the car to life, I found the news article reporting live from the scene and followed the directions.

Please be okay. I repeated in my head over and over.

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Her body on the floor covered by blood is the image that is embedded into my brain.

I had gotten to the scene only to see Imogen losing consciousness. Her body badly hurt with blood everywhere. The ambulance sirens were getting closer and closer.

I screamed and yelled for help, knowing it was coming. My hot tears fell onto her face. Her eyes closed and she looked at peace, she wasn't hurting.

The EMT came and began chest compressions. I saw them intimate her and start carrying her away. I was in the same spot, staring at where her body used to be.

I ran to the ambulance and rode with them to the hospital.

Please, I'm praying to you big guy that she doesn't die or get seriously hurt. Please, do me this one favor. I'll do anything, just please keep her safe.

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She had just came out of surgery, tubes connected every which way.

"We'll disconnect these tubes ones she gains a part of her consciousness, or until her brain shows signals or anything to show that she can move or anything."

The doctor had kept updating me every hour since the surgery. It's been over 3 maybe 4 hours.

The good thing was that her body survived the surgery, the doctors had said that maybe she wasn't strong. Only she could tell.

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I shouldn't go to sleep.

It's been over 8 hours since she came out of the surgery, you need some rest. My brain argued.

I fought to keep my eyes open, but they closed. I wasn't sleeping. I heard everything around me but my eyes just stayed glued shut.

I heard the heart monitor speed up, shuffling on the bed.

I shook my head, it's just my imagination.

The heart monitor slowed down a bit, see, it was just my imagination. Until the monitor sped up once again.

I heard more shuffling and opened my eyes, ready to tell whatever nurse came in to be a little more quiet.

But seeing my Imogen, sitting up on the hospital bed with a frightened and wary look in her face made my brain light up.