Chapter 90 Nadia Woke Up
NADIA
What can I say about my current state?
I don't know what time it is, where I am, or any indication that I'm still alive.
The only thing I know is that someone tried to kill me, and the worst part is that I don't know if that person succeeded.
I don't know if Dean rescued me, and if anybody did, I don't know if I received medical attention in time.
I see nothing, I hear nothing, and I feel nothing.
My body feels heavy and light at the same time, my eyes are closed and surrendered to an infinite darkness.
What if I stay here forever? What if I never wake up, if I'm even alive?
There are so many questions and no concrete answers.
There's only one thing I'm sure of.
I am alive, but asleep, surely the love of my life will do everything to bring me back.
Because he loves me just as I love him.
An overwhelming love that melts the ice, fills the void, and banishes demons.
A love we never wished for, but which took root in our hearts with the intention of showing us that we are not alone, and that we have each other to live, love, and adore.
Even if it means going to hell to reach that longed-for heaven.
DEAN
It's been a damn week since Nadia was put into an induced coma, and for those seven days I've been here by her side, watching her with the hope that she would wake up soon.
When she was brought to the hospital, she was in a severe state of dehydration, but the worst part wasn't knowing that; the worst part was knowing that she hit her head when she fell to the ground.
And that blow damaged a blood vessel in the brain, causing a small cerebral aneurysm.
And now she must remain sedated and under close observation to see if this aneurysm will grow or cause any damage to the brain.
"My Love," I murmured as I stroked her soft black hair.
"Get well soon, I'm here waiting for you to come back to me."
After learning about her situation, I brought the best doctors to the hospital, since she couldn't be transferred.
And if necessary, I'll spend every penny in my name to cure her without her suffering any lasting effects.
"Mr. Hartford?" the doctor said after entering Nadia's room.
"Speak, doctor," I said, holding her hand.
"I have good news," he said, offering a half-smile.
So tell me, doctor.
The aneurysm did not expand or cause any serious damage. - He said, demonstrating that this was a huge breakthrough.
And what does that mean?
"That means she could come out of the induced coma at anytime, and she can be discharged anytime," he replied after checking his clipboard.
"Seriously, doctor?" I asked, flashing such a wide smile that my cheeks hurt.
"Yes, Mr. Hartford," he stated.
"But I must say that she will not be able to engage in strenuous activities for a month."
Okay. - I replied, not caring about anything other than having Nadia in my arms again.
This includes sexual activity.
"What!" I exclaimed indignantly.
"How can I go a month without being inside the woman I love?" I thought as I looked at her lying in the hospital bed.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked, willing to sacrifice anything to have Nadia healthy again.
"Yes sir, it is extremely important that she abstain from sexual activity for that period of time," he confirmed.
"Alright then, I just want her awake and home as soon as possible," I told the doctor, who confirmed.
"As I said before, Mr. Hartford, she will come out of the coma, and in one or two weeks you can take her home," he said seriously.
"If that's all, you can leave now, doctor," I said, wanting to be alone with Nadia.
"As you wish, sir," the doctor said, leaving immediately afterward.
"Did you hear me, my Love?" I said, while stroking her cheek.
"You'll be alright."
And so I felt a tear of joy slide down my face, as if it had been waiting to be released, along with the tension and anxiety that I've been accumulating these past few days.
Now nothing will stop me from making her completely mine...
I want her by my side forever, to love, adore, and above all, protect.
Even if it means eliminating anyone who stands in the way of our happiness...
NADIA
It hasn't been long since something unexpected happened; I started to feel life present in my body.
It was as if that uncertainty vanished and was replaced by the certainty that at any moment I would emerge from this darkness.
NADIA... - A distant voice called to me. - Wake up, my angel...
And I recognized that voice... it was Dean.
"Open your eyes." His voice grew louder, and my senses sharpened.
I began to feel my body, and little by little the darkness faded, and in its place small points of light appeared.
These points expanded and merged into a white image that transformed into a colorful, blurry mass.
"Nadia!" Dean exclaimed, and that's when I realized my eyes were open.
Dean. - I murmured softly.
How are you feeling? - My vision was still a little blurry, but gradually I could see Dean more clearly.
He was visibly tired, with dark circles under his beautiful blue eyes, his hair was messy and greasy, and his suit was wrinkled.
"How long has he been here?"
"Hi, I guess." I replied, giving a sideways smile.
"You gave me a big scare, you know?" He seemed relieved and a little sad.
"I'm sorry," I replied sincerely.
"Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault." He stroked my hair.
Not at all. - I said, ready to tell everything that happened.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"That wasn't an accident," I replied, feeling a pang in my heart; after all, I almost died of dehydration.
"You mean someone locked you in that sauna on purpose?" Dean's eyes were growing dull.
"Yes," I stated.
"Someone tried to kill me."
"Are you sure?" Dean asked, visibly tense.
"I have proof, because I saw the killer's figure outside the sauna," I said, recalling the blurry image.
"And he even left a message on the vaporized door."
"And what did he write?" Dean asked, growing increasingly nervous.
"Die, bitch," I replied, feeling a chill run down my spine.
Yes, I was scared...
I was afraid that person would try to kill me again, especially after learning that I survived the attack.
"How dare anyone try to hurt the woman I love?" Dean's eyes were no longer opaque, but rather furious and murderous.
"What are you going to do?" I asked after he stood up abruptly.
"Find out who the bastard is," he replied, taking his cell phone out of his pants pocket and dialing a number.
And then what? - I asked, already suspecting the answer.
"Would he be able to..." I thought anxiously.
"Hello Aidan?" He ignored my question to talk to the person on the other end of the line.
"Yes, it's me." Dean was serious.
"I need you to find something out for me."
"Yes, it's urgent." He rolled his eyes.
"No, that's not it."
"What is this?" I thought, curious.
"It's something else entirely." He seemed nervous.
"Just do what I say."
Uh-huh. - He looked at me before saying, - I'll send you the work via email.
Okay. - He looked away from me. - Bye.
He ended the call and looked at me with a different expression than before.
He seemed determined to do something serious, something that would change the course of this story; perhaps it was something forbidden, because Dean was watching me with a certain apprehension.
"You didn't answer me, Dean," I said nervously.
"What are you going to do after you find out who locked me in the sauna?"
When I said he locked me in the sauna , Dean's expression turned cold and angry again.
"I don't want to tell you," he said, trying to control his less-than-inviting mood.
"I have the right to know!" I exclaimed indignantly.
"I'm your girlfriend, and I'm the victim in this story."
"That's right!" Dean exclaimed furiously.
"You're the victim, and that's why I'm going to..."
He stopped at the part where I was hoping it was all in my head.
"I don't want him to do something that will land him in jail, or worse..." I thought, feeling my eyes welling up with tears.
"What are you going to do, Dean?" I asked again, but this time he answered me with utter fury.
I'm going to kill the son of a bitch!