Is Trust Really Earned?

Chapter 8

Morgans POV

It has been 6 months since Savannah’s attack but she still has not woken up and Enzo is home in 3 months so she needs to wake up soon, or we all may be in a little trouble with him. The doctor took her off the coma meds 5 months ago and so far, there has not been much brain activity, and other then when we move her, she hasn’t moved an inch. After the second month my father grew tired of me not doing my duties and staying with Savannah, so he demanded I come back to work although I cut my hours, so I still see her every day.

She is never alone if I’m not there then my sister and Sasha are. If they’re not then her mother and aunt are, I convinced my father to help with the search for the person that attacked Savannah that day. We are still no closer to finding out who it is, and no one has claimed responsibility which doesn’t still well with me.

If it were someone really after Rocco’s territory they would have come forward by now, yet no one has. Things don’t seem to be adding up to me personally and I’m starting to think that someone in the Marino mafia set it up, I just can’t figure out why or who, which is frustrating me.

Of course, Lorenzo doesn’t believe me still thinking I had something to do with it, he has managed to convince Rocco it was not an inside job, and his strong insistence doesn’t sit well with me either. I can’t prove anything though so I can’t say anything yet, but I haven’t stopped looking into my theory.

Something is telling me to keep looking, so I will and that’s what I’m doing right now in my office when my phone starts to ring. I pick it up without looking at the screen and answer, when I hang up, I sit in shock for a full 5 minutes. When I come back to my senses, I jump up grabbing my things heading over to the Costa house.

Savannah’s POV

I don’t know how long I’ve been trapped in my own darkness, but the pain stopped a while ago. I’ve had no idea what was happening and for a long time I was completely alone, I tried screaming and shouting but no sound came out and I never once got a response. I cried but no tears came, there was just nothing and it is the scariest experience of my life.

I was about to give up when the first sound I had heard for a while came through, it was Morgan begging me to wake up. I wanted to scream at him that I was trying, but no sound came out. I wanted to tell him I could hear him, but it was all just black I don’t know if I’m floating or standing.

I remember everything that happened that day, every detail and I hope my father has found the fucker that did this to me. I also hope he was able to control his temper because I want to have my fun with the fucker, everyone has been coming in and talking to me and it is helping me a little.

Knowing I’m not alone gives me hope that I will wake up, I haven’t heard Enzo yet, so I am guessing he hasn’t been told what happened yet. My mother is sitting with me now and she is gently singing to me like she did when I was a child, when she started talking to me, I was shocked by what she said.

I have been in a coma for 6 month’s six f*****g months, I need to wake up now Enzo is coming home soon, and I need to be ok I have to be. I clear my mind and try to picture only me opening my eyes, I don’t know how long I tried but my mother left, and my father was now with me.

I kept trying and trying until I could see a slither of light, it went away and came back a bit brighter. Then all I could see was light, everything was blurry and unfocused, but it was more than just blackness. I try to move my hands to give my fathers a squeeze, I can feel him holding mine, but nothing happens.

I blink a few more times and the haze that was my vision lifts and everything becomes clearer, I manage to move my head to the side and make immediate eye contact with my father. He blinks a couple of times before sighing “I’m really losing it; I’m seeing you open your eyes again, but I know you haven’t.” I blink a couple of times and his eyes widen in shock.

He blinks a few times and gasps “You’ve never blinked before, Sa, Savannah are you really awake?” he questions in a whisper. I try to squeeze his hand again and this time I do, he jumps up dropping my hand placing both of his on his head looking like his going to pass out.

My father finally snaps out of the shock he was in and runs to the door, he opens it and screams into the hall “SHE’S AWAKE, SHE’S f*****g AWAKE. CALL THE f*****g DOCTOR, NOW!” then he turns back to me and runs to my side. He grabs my hand again and starts kissing the back of it with tears streaming down his face.

I hear footsteps and people start bursting through the door. First is my mother, then Aunt Gabs quickly followed by Lorenzo. I can only offer them all a weak smile, as when I try to speak, I just end up coughing thanks to my throat. Apparently while I was unconscious all that was given to me was sandpaper, well that’s what it f*****g felt like anyway.

As if she could read my mind my mother quickly reached for a glass on the side table and held it up to my mouth with a straw, I quickly take the offered straw and start sucking. The cold water is exactly what my throat needs, my mother had to warn me to slow down as I hadn’t eaten or drank for a long time.

I managed to croak out in response “I know 6 months.” Everyone looks at me with open mouths before my mother asks, “Did you really hear everything?” I shook my head before taking some more water. When I was done I quietly and croakily said “No there was silence for a long time, but then your voices started coming through.”

They all look taken aback, but then my mother shook her head and said “Ok, that’s enough. It’s time to rest, we need to make some calls while we wait for the doctor.” Everyone then gave me a quick hug, before leaving just me and my mother.

The doctor came and gave me the all clear physically, he was a little worried about my mental state and made me promise I would see my therapist as soon as I could. Which I agreed to, he also asked me to take it easy for a least a few weeks. I did make a joke about resting for the last 6 months and he scolded me like I was his child, he made me feel extremely guilty because of the amount of stress and worry everyone went through for 6 months.

I know it wasn’t my fault, but I do blame myself for not waking up sooner, and I was a little disappointed that Morgan wasn’t here when I woke up, but I also knew he had to go back to work. Just after the doctor left Morgan came running into the room stopping dead in the doorway when his eyes land on me, he looks me in the eye and as soon as I give him a small smile his tears over flowed.

He closes the distance between us and drops to his knees at the side of my bed, he grabs both hands and kisses the back of each one. He then looks me in the eye with the brightest smile I have ever seen on his face, he cupped my cheek saying “I thought you may nev…” he can’t finish his sentence as he chokes back a sob. I gently lift my hand and place it on his head as he has buried his face into my stomach, I just stroke his hair until he lifts his head and looks at me.

He lets out a pained sigh “I really f*****g missed you, you have no idea.” He said sadly, I put my hand on his cheek and replied “Actually I do, I’ve been able to hear you all for a little while now. You were the only thing giving me hope I could wake up, but when mum said I had been in a coma for 6 months I fought harder to come back.” I finish with a gentle smile.