Chapter 150
A guard tries to stop me but I barrel through, nearly taking him out with the swinging doors.
I don’t stop.
I don’t even know what I’m trying to do. I’m not a healer. I can’t help her, but this ache is calling me to her, pulling like a rope inside my chest.
I can’t just wait around while people decide whether the girl I love lives or dies behind closed doors.
I follow her weak scent shove, through the doors hard enough they slam into the walls.
The room is chaos. Healers rushing around.
Ellie is on the bed.
Wrong.
That’s the only word my brain can manage.
Her skin is pale, too pale, her mouth slightly open, her chest not moving the way it should. The monitors around her scream in flat line and frantic numbers, and healers crowd her, hands everywhere, voices overlapping in sharp commands.
Someone says, “We’re losing her.”
Something inside me caves.
“No,” I say, but it comes out like a breath instead of a word. “Move! MOVE!”
One second I’m standing there, frozen, and the next I’m pushing through bodies, ignoring hands that grab at my arms, voices
that shout for me to stop.
“Get him out of here-”
“Sir, you can’t-
I reach her.
I pull her into my arms like a cradle.
She’s light. Far too small to be put through this. Her head lolls against my chest, her body limp, unresponsive, and panic claws its way up my throat so hard I almost gag.
“Ellie,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers. She’s warm. Still warm. “Hey. Hey, look at me.”
Nothing.
My hands shake as I cradle her, one arm under her knees, the other around her back.
“You don’t get to do this,” I choke out. “You don’t get to yell at me all the time and then just leave everything silent!”
The alarms keep screaming.
The sound feels personal now. Like they’re screaming at me.
“Yell at me.” I snarl. “Say you hate me, I haven’t heard it enough. I haven’t heard you enough. Say anything,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “You’re not allowed to give up. You said you wouldn’t. Not like this, out of no where. We weren’t done.”
I press my face into her hair, breathing her in.
Rose, and hints of her.
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“Wake Up!” I press, the words tearing out of me before I can stop them. “You hear me?! I don’t care if you never forgive me! just –stay, damn it! Fuck!”
My head whips around to the healers. “What do I do?! She’s supposed to be fine when I touch her! Right? That was the deal! Where’s at stupid head healer! Get him here! Now!”
Someone grabs my shoulder, tries to pull me back. I snarl without thinking, a low, feral sound ripping from my chest.
“Don’t touch her. Get the fuck off me!”
They hesitate.
My forehead rests against hers again, desperation buzzing through my veins like electricity. I can feel the bond between us. It’s ragged, screaming, desperate for contact.
I don’t know what else to do.
I just act.
I kiss her.
It isn’t gentle, or romantic. It’s raw, shaking and full of every word I never said, every apology I swallowed, every time I told myself I was protecting her when I was really just holding back.
Mine.
The thought hits me like a confession and a prayer all at once.
I don’t care if it takes. I don’t care if she accepts it. If it soothes her even for a heartbeat, it’s worth it.
“Come back,” I whisper against her lips, soft. “Please. I claim this bond. This connection. This fate. Whatever it is with her, I’l
do better. I swear. I’ll stand between you and everyone. I won’t let them hurt you again… I won’t hurt you again.”
For one horrifying second, nothing happens.
The alarms spike.
My chest tightens until it feels like it might crack open.
And then-
Ellie gasps.
Her body jerks violently in my arms, breath ripping into her lungs like she’s been dragged back from the edge. The monitors stutter, then change pitch entirely as voices explode around us.
“She’s breathing-”
“Heart rate stabilizing-”
I’m frozen.
Then, I’m laughing, a low sob coming out at the same time. My grip tightening instinctively as relief crashes over me so hard I nearly crush her in a hug.
She’s alive.
She’s alive.
I press my forehead to hers again, shaking, my heart hammering
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, over and over, even as they pry her from my arms. “Hey, hey I’ve got you. God’s you dumbass
Her voice muffles, barely heard in my chest. “…Dom?”
I just don’t let go. I can’t.
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