Chapter 77 Dean Woke Up 2
NADIA
"Dean?" I called, looking into those blue eyes fixed on me.
"Oh my God! You're awake!" I cried, squeezing his hand and letting more tears roll down my face.
"Are you okay?" I asked, worried.
"Do you need anything?"
He was trying to open his mouth, and I realized he was having difficulty, so I waited a few seconds until he was able to speak.
Water. - He murmured very softly while trying to keep his eyes open.
"Don't close your eyes, Dean, stay awake," I said, encouraging him.
"I'll call someone, and I'll bring your water right away."
And before I got up, I kissed his cheek and repeated, "Don't close your eyes."
So I ran out into the hospital corridors screaming:
I need a doctor! He's awake!
I almost twisted my ankle when I finally found a doctor who was talking to a nurse.
"Hi!" I exclaimed breathlessly.
"Dean Hartford has woken up from his coma, I need you to go see him."
When I said Dean's last name, the doctor's eyes widened in surprise.
"Is Mr. Hartford awake?" she asked, and I nodded.
"I need you to stay here while I go check him," she said, turning her back to me before rushing down the hallway.
"What do you mean, stay here? No fucking way." I thought, but before I could follow her, I remembered that water he needed.
"Where can I get a pitcher of water?" I asked the nurse who was next to me.
"Is it for Mr. Hartford?" she asked, as if my answer would change.
"Yes," I replied, noticing the difference in treatment when it came to Dean.
"What can't money buy, huh?" I thought, rolling my eyes.
"Wait here, I'll go get it, and I'll be right back," he said, and then went through a white door.
"All these people know how to do is tell me to stay here." I thought impatiently and worried that Dean would fall back into a coma.
Five minutes later the nurse returned, all smiles, holding a silver tray with a huge crystal pitcher full of water and an empty crystal glass.
"Wow..." I thought, incredulous at all that unnecessary pampering.
"I can take it if you want," the nurse said with a pleading look.
"Let me carry it," I said, taking the tray from her hand, and receiving a rude frown in response.
I mentally gave her the middle finger and walked down the hallway until I stopped at Dean's bedroom door.
I spent a few seconds trying to balance the tray in one hand, and I managed to carefully open the door and walk inside silently.
The doctor was examining Dean, who remained awake.
"Thank God," I thought, letting out a sigh of relief.
Then I took a few silent steps and placed the tray beside the bed on a small table.
"What are you doing here?" the doctor asked after noticing my presence.
"Get out of here."
I was about to protest and tell the doctor to fuck off when Dean said:
"She stays, you leave." He glared at the doctor, and she blushed with embarrassment.
"Take that horny doctor." I thought, loving Dean even more.
"All right," the doctor said, standing up and giving me a deathly look, she concluded.
"But he needs to rest soon."
I shrugged, and she left silently, leaving Dean and me alone.
Although, given Dean's condition, we can't do anything more than talk and exchange a few kisses.
"Hello," I said, picking up the glass from the tray and filling it with water from the pitcher.
"I brought you some water."
I approached him while gazing into those blue eyes as they watched me with passion.
"How could I not have noticed that look before?" I thought, feeling a little sad.
Then I placed my hand on the back of his neck and, after carefully lifting his head, I brought the glass to his lips and waited for him to take a few small sips.
"Want more?" I asked after pushing the glass away.
"I'm satisfied," Dean said, his voice a little clearer.
"Now I need to ask you a few things."
He said, looking deeply into my eyes, as if he wanted to see inside my soul.
"You can ask," I replied, holding his hand affectionately.
"You said you love me?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
"Yes," I said. "I replied, breaking into a smile."
"But what about your boyfriend?" he asked anxiously.
"I don't love Frank, so there's no reason for him to continue being my boyfriend," I replied, seeing a small smile form on Dean's lips.
"So you're going to dump that one over there?" He said "that one over there" as if it were an insult.
Yes. - I replied.
"And you're going to stay with me?" he asked, raising an anxious eyebrow.
"Yes, but only if you accept my two conditions," I said, already knowing what I was going to say.
"I'll accept anything," he replied seriously.
Well, the first condition is that you treat me and introduce me to everyone as your girlfriend, because I don't want to feel like just another object you use in secret.
"I would do it even if you didn't say so," he replied, then raised his left hand and stroked my cheek.
"I really love you, Nadia, and I will never treat you like just anyone again."
I smiled, satisfied with his answer, and took a deep breath before stating the second condition.
"Well... the second condition is that you consult a Psychologist to learn how to control your anger." I squeezed his hand and looked into her eyes before continuing.
"I don't want us to break up again because of your anger."
He didn't seem bothered by my second condition; in fact, he seemed to accept it.
"I agree with everything you said," he said, placing his hand on mine.
"I also don't want us to break up again, especially not for this reason."
I grinned from ear to ear and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Dean was surprised by my affection, and after I pulled away, he gave me a mischievous grin.
"What is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You," he replied, then grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his lips to mine.
And so he kissed me as he had never kissed me before, with passion, desire, love, and a touch of naughtiness...
"After all, some things never change..."