Chapter 175 Where am I?
Vanessa's POV
He grabbed a fistful of my collar, pulling me closer to him, his hot breath fanned my face, and then I felt a sharp pain around my lower abdomen.
My body froze for a moment, trying to digest the whole scenario, slowly I lowered my eyes and realized I was bleeding.
He had stabbed me with something, I just don't know what but it felt like a knife, piercing through my flesh and then it got pulled out.
I gaggled, vibrating and so stunned to speak or roll out a word.
His gaze was cold, calculating, and devoid of any empathy or compassion.
He lean his lips closer to my ear and grinned.
"I promise to give you a befitting burial..." He concluded and before I could scream, he pushed off the balcony and I fell into the pool below it.
The water rushed up to meet me, a blue-green wall that enveloped me like a liquid shroud.
He stood at the edge of the balcony, his eyes fixed intently on me struggling to stay afloat.
As he watched me a slow, sinister smile began to spread across his face.
"Help!" I cried stretching my hands and the pain around my lower abdomen strikes me but no one was coming.
He straightened up, his smile still plastered on his face as he faded away leaving me to my fate.
I began to sink down, my blood spread in water. I was submerged, my body weightless and suspended in the water, my hair plastered to my face as I gulp in water.
I could literally see my past life flash before me and then everything went blank.
One day, I'd want to wake, with my tyrant dad, my mom, my stepbrother...at a round table, laughing off bad memories and correcting my wrongs.
Then I'd get to tell that strange hero, yes, I want to give a chance to revenge.
Death is scary and I couldn't believe i'd be part of it.
The only thing that functioned in my body were my weak eyes.
I could suddenly see a dark figure swimming towards me, with long hair, tattoos on its arms and blue...eyes, a pale face, drawing so close as it stretched its hands towards and I closed those eyes.
Dave's POV
I was tensed, biting my lips and panting heavily. My hair wet, so was my body soaked.
My eyes fixed on the sterile, white-clad figures huddled around my wife's prone form.
The bright, unforgiving lights of the operating room seemed to cast an eerie glow on the scene.
My face was pale, my eyes wide with fear seemed to bore into the doctors' backs, as if willing them to work faster, to save my wife's life.
My fists were clenched, my nails digging deep into my palms, as I struggled to maintain a fragile grip on his emotions.
The soft beeps and whirs of the medical equipment seemed to blend together into a loud sound, something that threatened to shatter my fragile composure.
I stared at her with dilated eyes, a sense of guilt flushes through me, if I were earlier, would everything have been different?
As i watched, transfixed, the doctors' hands moved with a swift, precise confidence, their instruments glinting like tiny, metallic snakes in the bright light.
The sound of their murmured consultations, the soft, reassuring tones they used to communicate with each other.
It offered a fragile sense of comfort in the midst of chaos.
How did I get into this mess? I wish to leave but I couldn't because everyone was held hostage, including me.
These doctors were saving their lives too.
I'd only leave this room if his daughter survives, if she doesn't, we'd all be killed.
My wife's life hung in the balance, and i was forced to stand by, helpless, as the doctors fought to save her.
I lowered my eyes at my trembling fingers. How do I put the story straight?
The holster machine suddenly began to beep and I could see fear in their eyes.
I stood up from where I sat, intending to draw closer but a nurse came in between to keep me calm.
"She's practicing to breath alone, fortunately, she's out of danger" he informed and I let out a sigh of relief.
I rubbed my chest, my brows raised in a surprise arc, I needed to place a call immediately to don Miguel, her father and give him the news.
This was good news, I watched them clean her up and then transferred her to the vip ward.
I followed suit and once the doctors were done with the necessary check up, I was left alone with her.
It took a while for her to wake up. As she slowly opened her eyes, she winced, raising a hand to shield her eyes and i guess the harsh light caused that.
She rolled those eyes which widens in surprise, I was sitting beside her bed, holding her hand.
My eyes seemed sunken and haunted, as if the weight of the world had been bearing down on me.
Her mind must be foggy over the long sleep. Her eyes locked into mine, filled with a deep curiousity and desperation.
I faked a smile, my lips trembling, and whispered her name.
"Vanessa, I'm here now"
She gasped, her eyes filling with tears, I could feel the pain in them.
My grip on her tightens as I sensed the distress in her.
She flutters her eyes as she rose slowly from the bed, gently, I assisted her to rise but then she gawp at me and said;
"Dave?"
For a moment, my world stopped, only one person calls me that name and she...
"Where am I?" She muttered weakly, scrolling around with tension written over her face.
Her voice cold and her eyes gazed around.
"My daughter..." Her lips furthers and I got puzzled if she had a nightmare or something.
It's just 3 months since our parents arranged a marriage for us, as a part of a peace treaty and she's talking about a child.
She's the only one who can save me from her father's wrath.
I licked my lips subconsciously as she seems lost but then, she has to memorize her lines when that mad father of hers comes in.
"Vanessa, just tell your dad I didn't shoot you, I just brought you out of the water..."
"Tattoos, blue eyes, long hair, strange hero, is that you Dave?"
Her voice cuts in as she struggled to get on her feet but I made her seat back.
I almost forgot how to breath with the emphasis she laid on that name. She was describing me.