𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 [18+]

86: Cold as Ice

"Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else."

― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

Rose's POV:

It's been three days since I have regained my consciousness and slipped into a reality where my son didn't exist.

If I said it was numbing, it would be an underestimation. This feeling, of losing a life that was growing in you.... that you were nurturing within you, with your blood and flesh- to see it born, to play with it, to see it grow and call you mom- someone with whom you felt more connected than ever-

A cry bubbled up in me, but I was too exhausted to let it out.

I have cried far too much for last three days, so much that my tears have dried up.

So much that I didn't have any strength to cry.

He came to me in the most unexpected way and left me like a breeze of spring, flourishing me with life, leaving his trail behind. But at the end, he was gone.

Every fiber of my body was screaming, crying- in otherworldly anguish. I couldn't comprehend whether I should cry or bask in my agony in silence.

"Miss Roseline," The nurse beside me called out, "You shall be released today. Do you still feel any sort of discomfort?"

Emotional discomfort?

I felt plenty of it, I basked in it, I drowned in it. I was drowning and there was no one to save me.

Physical discomfort?

I was too distracted to focus on it.

I slowly shook my head.

"Okay..." She jutted down something in the clipboard swiftly, "Your vitals are okay. The releasing process should start soon."

I nodded.

She came closer to me and slowly took of my oxygen mask. The cool feeling immediately went away as the hot air hit my face. I started taking in air, slowly- testing my strength.

"Do you have any trouble breathing?" She asked.

I took another breath, before slowly trying to formulate the words in my tongue.

"N-No."

"Okay that's a good sign," She nodded and smiled as she took out the needles. I should have felt pain, but it was strange to discover that I didn't have any.

She disinfected the place and put bandage over the wounds. She threw me another smile, this one was laced with melancholy and proceeded to leave.

"W-Wait..." I breathed, suddenly remembering something. She looked back, her gaze questioning.

"How's the man...." I struggled to get those words out as I looked down, studying my chapped fingers, "Who was... brought in with me?"

"You mean Mr. Victor?" The nurse questioned.

I nodded slowly.

"He has fallen into an unconscious state," My heart jumped as I heard the news, "He might wake up anytime soon. Do you wish to visit him?"

I halted for a moment.

My heart fluttered as I thought about him. Fear, pain and something else I couldn't wrap my fingers around. I was broken and the thought of him gave me the smallest hope.

Hope that I had someone who could accompany me to overcome my pain.

Hope that I could support him through his pain.