Chapter 44 Love

Chapter 44 Love
Zara's POV:
“What? You can't breathe? Oh no, are you dying? Lucas, come on! You're such a tease! Wait a moment, I'll call an ambulance,” I tried to stay calm, but I was still panicking, so I asked Antoinette for help.

I asked her to call an ambulance for us, and she promised to do everything she could to get the ambulance to arrive in less than ten minutes. While waiting for help, I went to Lucas and raised his head, propping him against my body.

“Lucas, just endure a little longer, okay?” I said and adjusted his position so that the pillows were piled on top of each other to support him. 

I needed to change his clothes before the ambulance arrived.

I took a t-shirt and shorts from his luggage. I didn't have any trouble putting the t-shirt on him. The shorts were a bit challenging because I had to lift his butt, and Lucas was quite well-endowed.

“Thank you,” he said, even though it was difficult for him.

I just smiled and then kissed his forehead.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you,” I told him and gently caressed his chest to ease his pain. “Why did you have to do that? You were okay earlier, right? Just don't answer me now, Lucas.”

“Thank you, Zara,” he said.

“Shhhhh... don't talk for now,” I said because he seemed to have a harder time whenever he spoke.

Lucas smiled and just gazed at me. Maybe he already realized my worth in his life. 

“The ambulance has arrived,” I said when I heard the sirens outside the house. “Can you still walk, or do you need a stretcher?” I just asked, but why did he frown immediately?

When we arrived at the hospital, they attended to us promptly, and when the doctor saw the bruises on Lucas' body, he immediately requested an MRI. I was surprised why Lucas needed to have one.

I suddenly got worried. “Doc, will he be okay?” I asked the doctor, who seemed to be around the same age as Lucas, and I must say, they weren't far apart in terms of good looks.

“Of course, Ma’am. I just want to make sure that no organs were damaged due to the fracture,” the doctor replied.

“Fracture? Where?” I asked curiously.

“In the ribs, that's why he's having trouble breathing. Anyway, don't worry. Everything will be fine,” the doctor assured me.

“What?” I couldn't help but curse when I learned that Lucas had a fractured rib because of what Nick did.

Oh shit! That damn guy would experience my revenge for beating Lucas up! Nick would soon realize that it was wrong to mess up with my husband. I knew he was just concerned about me but he had no right to beat my husband to a pulp! 

As soon as the doctor left, I took my phone and dialed Nick’s number. “Where are you?” I immediately asked Nick when he answered my call.

“I am in my place,” he replied.

“Good. Don’t go anywhere and wait for me there,” I instructed.

I didn’t wait for a reply.

My fingers tightened around my phone as I stepped out. I took a cab toward his place and a few minutes later, I already arrived at my destination. 

“I’m here at the parking lot,” I said in a text message to him.  

“Come up. The door's unlocked,” he replied. 

I rolled my eyes, already annoyed again as I walked toward the elevator. By the time I reached his floor, my patience was hanging by a thread.

I didn’t even knock.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Nick!” I called.  

He just smiled upon seeing me. He was standing near the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, looking like he had been cooking something. I shut the door behind me with a little more force than necessary.

“We need to talk,” I said.

“Okay, just a moment,” he replied. “Coffee or tea?” 

I rolled my eyes. “Coffee, no sugar.” 

“Alright. Wait for a minute.” 

While waiting for him, I called the private nurse I hired to closely monitor Lucas's condition. “How is he doing, Miss?” I asked the nurse.

“He's still sleeping, Ma'am,” she replied.

“That's good, but please call me immediately once he wakes up, okay? Thank you,” I said before ending the call as I saw Nick coming towards me. 

“Zara, why did you come here? Did you miss me?” 

I made a face at his question. Seriously? The audacity to joke around when Lucas was fighting for his life at the hospital!

“I just came to ask why you had to do that?” I raised my voice.

“You're angry,” the man said.

“Who wouldn't be angry with what you did, Nick? You beat up my husband!” I said, raising my voice.

“He was never a good husband to you, Zara. Why do you care so much about the bastard who flaunts his mistress everywhere? Ask yourself, beside me and Antoinette, does anybody else know about your true relationship with Lucas Blackwood? How can you openly claim him as your husband?” 

“Regardless of the circumstances, Nick, you don’t have the right to hurt him,” I reprimanded his callousness.

“You are really blind when it comes to Lucas Blackwood!” he snapped. “When are you going to wake up to the fact that he will never love you the way he loves his girlfriend?”

“He is Ken’s father,” I said, although it seemed stupid to even mention that.

“Do you still love him?”