Flashback
(October 27th 2022)
In the dim light of her bedroom, Savannah curled up beneath the blankets, the weight of her memories pressing down like a heavy fog. She traced the patterns in the fabric, her mind drifting to a time that felt both near and impossibly far. The laughter of a child echoed faintly, a haunting melody that tugged at her heart.
She thought of his small hands, the way he'd grasped her fingers with such trust, such innocence. But now, that laughter was replaced by an emptiness that filled the corners of her mind. The decision she made-one she still struggled to justify-had changed everything. She had believed it was for the best, that the world was too harsh, too unforgiving for a child like him. Yet, the guilt wrapped around her, tight and suffocating.
As the tears pooled in her eyes, she reached for the small bottle on the nightstand. It felt like a betrayal, but she needed to escape the relentless ache, if only for a moment. She poured out the tiny capsules, their smooth surfaces glinting like tiny promises-promises of sleep, of silence. With a shaky breath, she swallowed them down, wishing for a dreamless night. The shadows danced around her, a tapestry of sorrow and longing. She closed her eyes, hoping that in sleep, she might find some semblance of peace, some fleeting moment where the weight of her choices would lift, if only for a while. But even as she drifted away, the echo of his laughter lingered, a reminder that grief is never truly silent.
Savannah drifted off to her dreamland with Theo and decided to never wake up, because this illusion is far better than reality. Her wishes has been granted. She never woke up again.
-Time Skip
The night felt like it was closing in on Blaze, thick and suffocating. He could hardly breathe as he rushed through the dimly lit streets, the sound of sirens wailing in the distance. His heart raced, but it wasn't from the fear of being seen. It was the sight of Savannah, fragile and pale, that haunted him.
She'd always been his light, the one who could pull him out of the darkness that surrounded his life. But lately, something had shifted-he'd felt her slipping away, lost in a world he couldn't reach. He'd seen the signs: the empty bottles, the glazed look in her eyes, the desperate attempts to mask her pain. But he hadn't been there when she needed him most. The call had come through just as he was closing a deal, and his gut twisted as he heard Elijah's frantic voice. "She took too many sleeping pills. You need to come, now!" The words hit him like a bullet, and all business fell away. He was out the door in seconds, the city blurring past him.
As he drove, his thoughts raced. How could he have let this happen? He had promised himself to protect her, to keep her safe from the demons that haunted them both. But his world-filled with violence and shadows-had crept in, and now she was paying the price.
Pulling up to the emergency entrance, he dashed inside, his heart pounding louder than the chaos around him. Nurses moved swiftly, their expressions a mix of urgency and professionalism and scared, but all he could see was her, Savannah. She lay there, unconscious, and the sight cut deeper than any knife.
"Is she going to be okay?" he demanded, his voice rough and raw, the desperation spilling out. Doctors gave him the usual assurances, but it felt like words tossed into a void. He clenched his fists, the anger rising like a tide within him.
As they wheeled her away, he followed, determined not to let her slip away from him. He was a man who faced down enemies without flinching, but standing here, powerless, was the hardest fight of his life. All he wanted was to pull her back from the edge, to show her that there was still hope in their world, even if it felt so far away.
He would do whatever it took to make things right. Because she was his everything, and he'd be damned if he let her go without a fight.
-Skip Time
The sterile smell of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the faint sound of beeping machines. He stood by her bedside, a fortress of anger and fear, unable to process the reality before him. She lay there, still and pale, the vibrant spark that once defined her now dimmed to a flicker.
The doctor approached, his expression serious, But mostly the fear, fear that their Boss would lash out, and for Blaze the words came like a knife, cutting through the chaos in his mind. "I'm sorry Mr. Baldwin, but she's in a coma. We're doing everything we can, but..."
He didn't hear the rest. The room spun, and for a moment, all he could focus on was the rise and fall of her chest, the shallow breaths that felt like they were slipping away. Panic surged through him, hot and suffocating. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He had promised her safety, protection from the dark corners of their world, and now he felt like a fraud.
Images flashed through his mind-her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the warmth of her touch. Those memories now felt like a cruel reminder of everything he could lose. He had seen death before, had dealt it out without hesitation. But this? This was different. This was losing the one thing that anchored him in a life full of chaos.
"Is there hope?" Blaze finally managed to ask, his voice low and strained, he didnt lash out or got angry at anyone in his Hospital because he thinks it's all his fault, all of it. Blaze needed something to hold on to, a thread of possibility in this dark moment.
The doctor hesitated to say anything to their Boss, and that hesitation felt like a knife to Blaze's gut. "We can't predict how long she'll be like this. It's too early to say Mr. baldwin."
He felt the walls closing in. All the power he wielded, all the fear he inspired, meant nothing here. He was just a man in a hospital, stripped of control, praying for a miracle. He clenched his fists, determination hardening within him.
No one would take her from him. Not like this. He'd seen too much loss, he wouldn't allow himself to be broken again. As he settled into the chair beside her bed, he resolved to stay. He would be there when she woke up-if she woke up. He would fight for her, even if it meant battling the darkness that had nearly claimed her.
"Don't you dare leave me," he whispered, his voice fierce yet tender, as he grasped her hand, hoping against hope that she could somehow hear him. He wouldn't let this be the end of their story. Not now, not ever.
Author's Note :
Enjoy reading<3
It's the final flashback chapters.
New chapter begins for Savannnah now :)
Have a good day/night <3<3