Boss's Runaway Queen

Chapter 14 - Alexander's & Leo's P.O.V.

Chapter 14 (2412)

Alexander’s P.O.V.

It’s been over a month since her last dosage. She must be starting to feel the after-effects of not having it.

I chuckle, thinking about the pain she’s about to feel. I close my eyes, seeing it as clearly as if she were in front of me.

She will tremble.

She will shiver.

She will wither in front of him!

HA!

The pain he will feel seeing her in this excruciating pain and being unable to help her, satisfies me to no end.

He will pay for what he's done to me all those years ago. I don’t forget, and I certainly don’t forgive either.

She deserves it just as much as he does.

No one denies me and gets away with it.

NO ONE!

Leo’s P.O.V.

The fear I felt seeing Mallory collapse on the bathroom floor isn’t something I ever wanted to witness.

My heart tightened just as much as it did when I saw her blood sprawled all over the car five years ago.

I am by no means affected by blood. Usually. But seeing Mallory’s blood, made me weak in the knees.

Sitting on the chair next to her hospital bed, elbows on my knees, hands joined together under my chin. The only sounds accompanying me are my thoughts and the resounding sound of the heart monitor connected to her chest.

She no longer looks in pain, but she doesn’t look good either.

After I had carried her to her bed back home, she had started convulsing. I pulled her out of bed and rushed out so fast, I couldn’t even tell Lorenzo, who had rushed out after me, what was going on. I know Claire was terrified, seeing her mother that way. But I couldn’t stop and console her at that moment. My priority was getting Mallory to the hospital as fast as I could.

As I was leaving the driveway, I knew Lorenzo had taken her into his arms.

She’s in good hands with him until I can have Mallory looked over and stabilized.

I sped my way onto the street, my foot to the floor, rushing in between cars as if they weren't even there. Traffic rules be damned!

“Parking” near the ER’s doors, Sam rushed out with a few nurses and a gurney to carry her in.

“What happened, Leo?” Sam asked, pushing the gurney through the door and into a private examination room.

“I don’t know. She had been resting after you left. I had a conversation with Claire a few hours before she screamed that something was wrong with her mother. I’ll need to talk to you about that later. But as far as I know, Claire and she were talking when she started feeling off.”

“Humm. Ok. First, connect her to the heart monitor and check her blood pressure. Then I want an MIR order ASAP,”

Everyone around rushed to their task, leaving me standing there, helpless to do anything but stand around and wait for them to do their job.

A while after she was stable enough, they rolled her into a private room in the ICU. I paced and paced around the room, waiting for some news, but time seemed to have frozen.

Hours were only mere minutes, and minutes, barely seconds.

This is infuriating! They should have something, anything to tell me by now.

Pulling up the chair closer to her bed, I sit and grab her hand, kissing her palm softly.

“Please, wake up, my queen. I’m lost without you. All I want to do is wreck anyone who can’t give me answers on how to help you. What should I do? I need you. Claire needs you.” I whisper, closing my eyes.

I hate this feeling of helplessness.

A soft knock pulls my attention, but only for a fraction of a second.

“Any changes?” Lorenzo asks, closing the door behind him.

“No.”

“Did they give her anything for the pain?”

“Yes.”

“Have they done any tests to figure out what’s going on?”

“Some.”

“Am I only going to get one-word response from you?”

I grunt, scowling furiously his way.

“Sorry. I don’t really know what to say or do in this situation.” He says, rubbing the back of his head.

I let out a deep sigh.

“I know. I don't know what to do either,”

We stay silent again for a while, that is until a nurse walks in.

“Hi, sorry. I just came to check on her vitals” he says nervously.

I only slightly nod in response. I don’t care whether he’s nervous or not. He had better not make a mistake with her.

He walks to the other side of the bed, checks the monitor, and writes down something on his notepad.

He’s about to grab her arm, but on reflex, I grab his wrist tightly.

“What the f**k do you think you’re doing?” I angrily spit.

“I-I’m only checking her IV,”

Glaring at him, I reluctantly let go and sat back down.

I hear Lorenzo chuckle, pissing me off.

As the nurse is about to leave, I ask:

“Do you have any results from the blood test done earlier?”

“N-Not yet,”

“Do you have the MRI scan results?”

“N-No,”

“Are you going to do more tests on her?”

“I-I’m not sure,”

“What do you know?”

“T-That she’s stable for now?” He says more as a question and not an answer.

I stand abruptly, punching my chair backward with a loud screech.

“Do you know f*****g anything that’s going on with my wife?!” I scream, grabbing him by the throat, and pushing him upwards on the wall near the door behind him.

He gaps for air, trying to pry my fingers off his throat, but I only tighten them.

“Put that man down, Skittles. You are scaring the poor man with your bad manners,” I hear a coarse voice call out from behind.

My heart starts beating widely before I drop the nurse and rush to Mallory’s bedside.

“You’re awake!”

She smiles for a second, but frowns the next, coughing lightly.

“Get her some water!” I yell at the nurse who’s still sitting on the floor, scared out of his wits with what I’ve just done to him.

“NOW!”

He scurries away and I turn my attention back to my beloved queen.

I’m about to ask her how she’s feeling when something dawns on me.

“Hold on, what did you call me?”

She smiles again, her eyes closed, looking almost serene and painless for a moment.

“Skittles,” She murmurs through her chap lips, making my cold heart skip another beat.

“Do…Do you remember?”

Skittles…

That’s what she called me the first time we met. She tease me a lot after we started seeing each other, and I let her.

*FlashBack*

I lean against my car, waiting for Lorenzo to be done with his ‘friendly’ reminder to our new buyer.

I usually do it, but today, I felt like taking a time out and be the driver for a change. Plus Lorenzo has been asking for some ‘action’ as he called it. I call it business as usual, but whatever.

I open my suit jacket and take out my stash of candy from the inner pocket.

I put a few in my hand and threw them into my mouth.

A giggle captures my attention. Turning towards this beautiful sound, I’m greeted by the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

Wearing tight jeans and a short sleeve floral top and a long beige blazer topping it.

Tall and confident.

Her brown wavy hair bounced with her every step.

Her eyes shone brightly in the afternoon sun.

She took my breath away.

These foreign emotions catch me off guard, I choke on my snack of choice.

“Here. Have some water,” She giggled, handing me a disposable water bottle.

I took it and drank without question, keeping my eyes on her.

Her curved lips keep me in a trans.

I haven’t trusted any food or drinks handed to me by strangers in years. Not since the second poisoning attempt when I turned eighteen.

The only person I trust in my life, is my brother, Lorenzo. But for some inexplicable reason, I instantly trust this beautiful stranger.

“Try not to choke again, Skittles,” She giggles again, walking away with the most gorgeous smile I have ever seen. And the nicest ass.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Lorenzo asked, stepping out of the building, and wiping some blood off his hands with a dishcloth.

He most likely took it from his kitchen on his way out.

Putting my snack back into my pocket, I straighten up and button my jacket.

“Nothing, Let’s go,”

Looking back the way she had left, My smile returned.

I don’t know who you are, or where to find you, but my darling, I will find you and make you my Queen. That is promis, bellissima.

*End of FlashBack*

The hope that engulfs my entire body, is almost shattering.

Her face sour as she squirms under her blanket.

“What happened? Are you in pain?” I ask nervously.

“My ..whole body acks,” She whimpers uncomfortably.

“What can I do to help?”

She shakes her head, no, and it infuriated me. I hate feeling so powerless.

“Sorry to interrupt, but my nurse told me Mallory’s awake?” Sam says, walking in briskly.

“She is and she’s in pain! Do something for it to stop! NOW!” I yell impatiently.

“Don't talk to me like that, boy. You know that won’t work on me.” She scolds.

I tighten my first into a ball, trying not to lose my cool with her.

“If I call you Skittles again, will you calm down and let her do her job?” Mallory says, mischief resounding in each of her words.

How can she joke at a time like this? But that reminds me…

“Do you have your memories back?” I ask as Sam gets to work on the other side of her bed, adding a small bag to her IV.

“Before you ask, I’m giving her something to help with the pain. It’ll take a few minutes before it starts doing its job. Now you can stop scowling at me.” She says with an arched eyebrow.

“Fine,” I grumble, focusing again on Mallory.

She takes in a few deep breaths, her eyes still closed. But then she whispers;

“I’m not sure if that was a memory or a dream. It’s all so blurry still. But I saw you. In a suit. And you were looking at me with… Aw-struck eyes. And then you choked on something you were eating. I thought it was funny, to see some burly guys eating candy on the sidewalk like that. After I gave you…I think it was water, I recognized the bag of skittles. I wanted to laugh even more. I don’t know why,” She says, her smile growing.

“Isn’t that the day I went to see...”

“Yes, it was.” I cut off Lorenzo, not wanting Mallory to hear why we met where we did.

She knows. The old her knows, but I don’t want that part to be what she remembers first. I want her to have all her good memories before any of the bad ones pop up.

“That’s why my dear brother always got so flustered when you called him skittles. He never wanted to fess up why you called him that. Neither did you. You always told me it was your little secret,” Lorenzo says, a little too satisfied that he finally got that piece of information.

I shot him a glare, making him put his hands up.

“If you’re all done with your mockery, I’d like to talk about Mallory’s condition,” Sam says seriously.

I straighten up, waiting for her to speak.

“I have gotten the MRI results and they came back clear. Which is good news. No permanent physical damage to her brain.”

“That’s a relief,” Mallory whispered.

“What concerns me is her blood test results.”

My body goes rigid.

“What did you find?”

“That’s the thing. We don't know what it is. It’s an uncharted component. I have never in my thirty-five years as a doctor ever seen anything like this.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“It means, whatever she’s been injected with, has never been seen before. And that we don’t know how to get rid of it, or if we can at all.” She says nervously, taking one step back as I stand up.

As I’m about to walk around the bed, Mallory grabs my hand softly.

“Don’t be mad at her. It’s not her fault.” She says sweetly.

“But,”

“No. No buts.”

“But,”

“I said no buts!” She almost yells, but her scratchy voice makes her cough.

Handing her the water the shaky nurse just brought in, she drinks it greedily.

“Better?” I ask, sitting back by her side.

“Yes. But you can’t get angry with everyone here. I know you are worried. So am I. But From what I’ve come to know Dr. Samantha,”

“Sam,” She huffs.

“Fine, Dr. Sam is doing everything she can to help. I’m sure it’ll take some time, but they will figure something out. Am I right?” She asks, turning towards Sam.

“That’s exactly what I would have said if you hadn't gotten your panties in a twist,” Sam says with a deep sigh, making me grumble, but Mallory laughs.

“But for now, you need to rest. I’ll get back to my office and keep researching the components found in your blood. I promise we’ll figure out how to help you.”

“I should probably head back too. Claire’s going to want an update soon before she escapes Ben’s care again and finds her way here,” Lorenzo says, massaging his temple.

Mallory's heart monitor spikes as she tried to get out of her bed.

“Oh, gosh! Claire! She must have been so scared! Where is she? Where’s my daughter?” She yells as I try to push her back into bed.

“She’s fine. She’s home with her bodyguard.”

She stops fighting and looks me in the eyes, searching for something in them.

“If you settle back down, we’ll call her on my phone, how about that?” I ask, taking out my phone and shaking it in front of her.

“Ok,”

Calming down a little, she let me help settle her back in. I lay next to her can pull up the video chat app and call Claire.