The gardener was chocking on my throat harshly, I tried to struggle and scratch his hands off me, but it was fruitless.. After long time of resistance, I finally lost my power, I couldn't breath anymore, my muscles relaxed and I closed my eyes slowly..
He hit me to the floor as he expected that I'm already dead, however I stood again on my legs and rammed his face with the top of my head as violent as I can. He, then, lost his control and fell to the floor, so I carried my man and ran fastly out of the cave..
On the other side, Flori was waiting for us.. She was raging with anger and seemed really murderous.. And she held a pistol in her hand..
"Why didn't you kill them yet?" she shouted "Do you think we're playing, Cobre??"
"I can't believe you dare to punch me, girl" Said Cobre "Now.. Its a game-over.."
At this instant time, a patrol of police officers have arrived to our location, they found us after a long time of searching..
"No one moves a centemeter!" they yelled "You're under arrest"
Quickly, Flori held Jon's weak body and pointed a pistol at his head.. It was just the same as I faced before.. But this time I'm going to save him!
"Cooperate and no one will get hurt" she called "If you consider this prince's life you must do what I want!"
I had to think and act fastly before I lose him, I could do nothing but steal an officer's pistol stealthily and point it at Flori..
"I will ask you only once" I bursted "Let him down!"
I don't know whether I can shoot her or miss it.. I don't know whether I can save him or lose him.. But.. If I didn't try, I can't know.. I can't win if I don't fight!!
Shoot!!
The bullet didn't hit Flori but rather distracted her to make time for the policemen to catch her.. Then, Flori and Cobre were caught and arrested, however, Zilar, the cook, stole the jewels and escaped the mansion; Jonathan and I were transmitted to a hospital, I only had to splint my broket leg, however, my other half was struggling between life and death...
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Jonathan was in a risky state, he lost a lot of blood and got hit on his spinal cord, not to forget that he exerted too much power on his injured body.. He needed an urgent surgery and care..
Uncle, Jon's father, was there with us, but rather much more nervous.. We shared our worries and tried to ease the stress. Two hours later, we received a message from the operation room, the surgeon told us that Jon's surgery was a success and that he'll need alot of rest, care and medications, however, he was paralyzed in his legs.
He lasted in a coma for a week later, we were all waiting him to get up well and safe. I was holding his hand, that was connected to an intravenous medication, while looking at his vital sings monitor.. His heart rate calmed than before, his respiration steadied and his blood pressure settled to normal. I guess he passed the dangerous stage and now he'll need sometime to wake up..
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The doctor came to check on hos well being later on.. He did many tests and diagnosis.
"I guess Mr. Aveline is getting better" claimed the doctor "He surely needed some rest, many blood packages and oxygen transferring."
"Umm.. Doctor!" I said "When do you assume that he'll wake up?!"
"It might take few several days more, however if he doesn't wake up we will have to take some urgent steps"
"What do you mean?? What will you do?"
"Calm down, miss. Its alright, don't worry"
"Can we do something about his paralysis? Like any kind of treatment!"
"I suggest a physical therapy for now, when he wakes up I'll be able to make a decision"
"Thank you"
I'll wait for his return and stay with him in his treatment.. May God heal you, my lovely man..
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Another week later, Jonathan is still in the same position, still connected to several medical devices, still being diagnosed and tested, still suffering in pain and struggling between life and death.. The oxygen ventilator, the oximeter, the intravenous medicine, the vital signs monitor and the nasogastric tube.. All the scene breaks my heart day after day and tears my soul in sorrow..
"Jonathan.. Just wake up, honey" I murmur while leaning my head on his body "Wake up.. You're my last family.. Don't grieve my hurt"
I slept on his chest while laying my head.. It was as warm as ever... It was my whole world.. My whole happiness.. It is the joyful memories together..
I felt a gentle pat on my hair, many fingers combing my golden locks and a weak hand refining my tangles.. So I raised my head and opened my eyes, I saw a blurry picture from a long dream I had.. It was an angel from a mythical book.. It was Eros from a Roman Tale and I was Psyche.. It was my favorite face to see..
"Good morning, princess" he chuckled
I dashed onto his neck, held him tight, threaded my fingers in his hair and hugged him wholeheartedly...
"Ah.. Ouch" he agonized so I let him off and seemed disappointed
"I'm sorry" I mumbled
He smiled at me and whirled at me to return my hug.. He held me so tight as if he's clinging something he can't afford to lose anymore... Then, kissed me on my neck and smelled it for a moment.. We cuddled for about 10 minutes and I cried alot.. I cried for many reasons.. Pain, happiness, sorrow, sympathy and relief.. I wanted to hold him more and more..