Isabelle
Now, I've never had a hangover before but what I'm feeling right now feels pretty damn close to one.
There's a beeping sound near me and I wave my hand around to try to stop the noise thinking that it's my alarm or something, but when I try to move my hand I feel someone holding it. It's warm and muscular and when I finally open my eyes, I see that I'm in a hospital room. My head is throbbing like there's no tomorrow and the bright lights cause me to wince. I try to move again and this time when I do, the person who's holding my hand shoots up from their sleep and I look to see that it's Milo.
"Tesoro." He gets up from his sitting position and comes to cradle my face with his large hands.
What the fuck happened?
I try to open my mouth to speak but my throat is so dry that I slam it shut due to the pain. I look over to the glass of water and Milo picks it up to bring it to my mouth. I take three large gulps of it before clearing my throat and try to speak again.
"What happened?" I croak out. My voice is raspy and low and it hurts like a bitch to talk but hey, A for effort.
Milo's face contorts to anger but his hold on me is delicate.
"You were shot."
My eyes widen at his words and then it hits. Me running away. The gunshots. A man chasing Lucia. Another man pulling the trigger right when I got to her.
"Lucia! Oh my god is she okay?!" I try to sit up but a wave of pain hits my stomach and I fall back down on the bed with a cry.
"Please don't move. Here, I'll go get the doctor." He rushes out of the room and I'm only alone for about thirty seconds before he comes back with an older man wearing a white coat.
"How are you feeling Miss Garcia—"
"Mrs. Wolfe." Milo growls at the doctor.
The doctor looks startled but quickly corrects himself and comes around the bed to check my vitals.
"I'm okay." I tell him with a weak smile while he starts writing stuff down.
"Good news, the bullet didn't hit any major organs. You will be sore for a few weeks so be sure to rest and take your medication. Other than that, you are free to go." He smiles at me before leaving the room. I just got fucking shot. Shouldn't I be staying here for more then a day?
"I think we should get another doctor. I don't think that man knew what he was saying." I tell Milo.
He furrows his brows and tilts his head at me confused, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I just feel like I should be here longer so they can check up on me." I shrug.
"You've been here long enough. I want you home now." He starts gathering things and placing them in a bag.
"I hardly doubt a day is long enough." I scoff shaking my head. I look up to see Milo staring at me frozen. What the fuck?
"What?"
He sighs and comes up to sit down next to me. I slightly move back and he winces at the action.
"You've been here for almost two weeks."
Two weeks?
"You're fucking lying! There's no way I've been here for two weeks." I say my breathing slowly picking up. My head is throbbing because of the pain and I have to lay down.
"It's the 31st, tesoro." He says and my eyes shoot open. The funeral was on the 17th. Have I really been here for two weeks?
When he sees the look on my face he continues, "When you got shot, your shock nervings caused your brain to shut down. The doctor said that it was your way of handling the pain. You were in a coma, Isabelle."
"A c-coma?" I stutter out with wide eyes. Milo stands up and removes the covers from me and sticks his hand out.
"Come on, let's go home."
I go to grab his hand but then stop when I remember something. The night before the funeral when he took all his anger out on me. I understood he was upset and I wanted to comfort him in any way that I could but he hurt me. And I don't want to have to deal with that for the rest of my life.
"Where are my parents? I want to go home with them." I demand, retracting my hand. He does the same with his and glares at me.
"I called your father about what happened and you want to know what he said to me? He said that you're not his problem anymore and that if you were to die then he wouldn't give a shit."
"You're lying!" I know that there's a large part of me who actually believes him but my parents couldn't be so cruel. They had to have loved me at one point in their life.
"They didn't even come to visit you once."
"Maybe they came at some point when you weren't here. They had to have visited me. I'm their daughter!" I yell, tears falling down my cheeks.
"I was by your side 24/7. They never showed up." He tells me and then I start to sob. I cover my face with my hands and just lay on the hospital bed letting the tears fall. I'm not loved. I thought my parents loved me but I was wrong.
No one loves me.
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Milo
It's past midnight and I'm sitting in the cushion chair that's in the corner of my bedroom watching Isabelle sleep.
I take a sip of my scotch and think back to the funeral.
After Isabelle left me to go for a walk, I watched her for a moment before turning back to talk with Liam and few other men. Lucia was playing with her dolls on the grass a few feet away while my parents were talking with my grandmother. Everything was perfectly fine, until it wasn't. All hell broke loose when guns started to go off in all directions. I lost two of my men in an instant. Most of my men pulled their guns out while the others were taking their women to safety.
Their women.
My woman.
I had to find Isabelle.
My father immediately shielded my mother and took her to safety while I was looking for my wife. I kept calling for her while also shooting at the men who were aiming their guns at us. When I finally spotted her, she was running towards Lucia who was being chased by a man. I chased after her and was impressed by how she took down the man, but my heart dropped when I heard a gun go off and saw the blood falling from her stomach.
It was the worst pain that I have ever felt. Worse than when I was fifteen and found my biological parents and they....
I just had to save her.
Those two weeks of her being in a coma were the most painfully long two weeks of my life. I couldn't think. I couldn't eat. I just had to be with her.
My phone going off distracts me from my thoughts and I pull it out to see a text from Liam.
"We have Fedricko locked up."
I grin at my phone but then look back up to my wife to see her peacefully sleeping. She's sleeping on her side facing me and half her hair is covering her face. She looks absolutely and utterly beautiful without even trying.
I send a quick text to Liam before putting my phone away.
"Deal with it. I'm staying with my wife."
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, chugging the rest of my drink. I try to shake this feeling out of me but it's becoming harder and harder to do. I try to ignore her voice and her annoying way of leaving clothes all over the floor of our bedroom but the feeling won't budge. I curse under my breath and lean against the chair, continuing to watch her sleep.
I think I'm falling in love with her.
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