REVIVED
1217 Words
ROMAN POV
It's morning finally.
Yesterday was horrible, I had to wait for hours in the hospital for that chick to be revived and still couldn't get any sleep as the scene of her passing kept replaying in my mind.
That woman is messing with my mind and I hate the fact that I can't help it.
Yeah so what if she isn't my mate, I am not supposed to crave her presence like this, or is my attachment to her is due to the fact that she has striking resemblance to my ex, Sia.
" Daddy" The adorable voice of my little daughter Claire echo from a distance
" Hi there little princess" I say with a smile
" How was your night?"
" Fine daddy. Dad are you going out. I thought you were going to spend the whole day with me?" She ask with a cute frown
" Daddy can't princess. Daddy just needs to get something from work, ok" I inform as I duck to her level
" Send someone else. I want you to stay home with me" She informs with a grumble
" I promise, I won't be long. How about I give your nanny some money to take you shopping. She will get you anything you want" I inform her with a smile
" Really daddy. Anything?" She ask excited
" Anything at all" I inform with a smile
" Can I go with grandma?" She ask, killing my smile.
She always has to bring Flora in every of our conversations. I guessing that woman put her up to this.
" Sure baby anything for you" I give in with an insincere smile
" Thanks Daddy. I love you" She says excited with a hug
" Love you too baby" I confess
" Grandpa" She just screams happily before running off behind me into uncle William's arms.
" How is my little buttercup doing?" He ask with a smile
" Fine grandpa. I missed you" She says with a smile
" Missed you too buttercup. I got you something" He says as he hands her an extra large shopping bag.
She opened it and takes out a hideous doll, I think it's the lead from that popular Tv show titled Shockey.
Imediatly she lays eyes on it she squeals in excitement.
" Ahhh......Thank you grandpa, I love it" She says in ecstacy
" Anything for my buttercup. Run along now child, grandpa wants to talk to daddy, ok" He says and she runs upstairs with just an " Ok"
" I don't appreciate you giving my daughter creepy dolls" I inform simply, with a displeasing frown
" Oh give it a rest, will you?. You are just jealous because she loves it" He says nonchalantly
" Whatever, What are you doing here uncle?" I ask uninterested
" I wanted to accompany you for your routine visit to the hospital today" He informs
" What are you talking about. I am not going to the hospital" I lie.
' Has this man been spying on me or something'- I contemplate
" Really now. Where are you heading to then?" He ask with a smirk
" Work" I lie once ones more.
" Very well then. Surely you wouldn't mind dropping your poor uncle off at the hospital, would you?" He says pretending to be vulnerable
" Fine, let's go" I say simply.
I might as well take the opportunity to see her, since I have wanted to do that since last night.
The trip was long and quiet, so when we arrive at the hospital. I decide to take the opportunity to express my grievances about the lady he took under his wing.
" Uncle I think we should offer that chick euthanasia" I inform him simply
" Where did that come from son?" He ask confused
" She died twice yesterday uncle. Making it the 16th time her heart has given out on her. I think we should spare the poor thing from her misery" I inform simply
" Wow, the great alpha Roman has finally developed a heart for a woman. This would be fun to watch" He teases with a laugh
" Uncle stop saying dump things like that" I say with a grumble
" Don't mind me son, I was just kidding" He says with a laugh " Actually I can't get rid of that woman just yet. I am just starting to have fun, plus even if she dies eventually I could always sell her organs, provided they are in good condition"
" Wait, what does that mean uncle?. Don't tell me you still do organ trafficking" I say with a distasteful frown.
I do drug trafficking and firearms, but organs trafficking is a huge no for me.
" Of course not. Now hurry up son, your sleeping beauty is awake" He says mockingly but that doesn't bother me as much as the fact that she is finally awake.
We both stride down the hall way into her room and there she is, seated on the bed staring at her therapist with a neutral expression on her face.
I can only see half of her face from the door post, but she is absolutely stunning with her half white, half black long hair.
He bandages are all gone and so is the ventilating pipe.
" Hi, young lady. How are you doing?" Uncle ask as he walks in but she doesn't respond, not even with a glance in his direction.
" What is your name, young lady?" He ask but still she doesn't respond
" What is wrong with her?" He ask her therapist
" She seems to be lost in a trance, she hasn't said a word since she woke last night" She informs.
" What can we do about it, doc?" Uncle questions curiously
"For now. We can only hope and pray, she recovers soon" She informs.
" What is going on with her, that might have lead her into this depressed state?" Uncle ask nonplussed
"I really don't know but I think she must have gone through a horrible ordeal. Her left eye is partially blind, her left ear is completely deaf and she has only about 0.2% chance of mothering a child. So I can say she must still be trying to process all that information" She informs and for a split second I feel a pang of pain for her, which I quickly suppress.
" She looks terrible" Uncle says with a pitiful expression on his face and I am intrigued to see.
I walk towards them cautiously and take a seat new to her.
I tuck a few strands of her white hair behind her ears, before gently tilting her pretty face upward such that our eyes meet.
I love down at her face, and my attention is easily drawn to her blood clotted left eye.
Her beauty electric blue eye is a bloody mess.
There is more, she seems to be in so much pain that her eyes can only explain a quarter of.
" What happened to you?. Who hurt you like this?" I ask on impulse and that's when I notice her very first expression ever.
She looks up at me and quietly burst into tears.
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