Kiyara
I woke up the next morning with a sharp pain in my stomach....beep.beep.beep.....I heard the sound of the monitor as I opened my eyes to see a blurry vision. Then it cleared, and I raised my hands towards the ceiling, feeling a little pain in them. I saw a bag of blood hanging beside me as I stood up, frustrated by how much it hurt. "Do-Doctor," I silently said with my hoarse voice, "Do-doctor?" I said again, not any better than the last time. While I was about to get up, the doctors immediately came in, "Are you alright, madam? Please don't stress yourself too much," he said calmly. I frowned and asked, "Who brought me to the hospital?" I asked because I actually thought that I would be dead considering the amount of time I was stabbed. It was horrifying, scary, and really painful. Every breath I took was painful. I could still feel the horror as I touched my belly. "It was a man called Ezekiel King, ma'am," I looked at the doctor, confused. I had broken up with Ezekiel, so why would he come back for me? I thought he had left me for good. I felt something wet trail down my cheeks; I didn't even realize that I was crying. If Ezekiel is the one who brought me to the hospital, he would have done something else. I just know it. Ezekiel isn't the kind of guy to wait patiently for my recovery. Hesitantly, I asked the doctor, "Wh-where is he? Is he outside?" Another tear fell from my left eye. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so sad? It was like a heavy weight dropped into my heart. I touched the left side of my chest, feeling the fabric squeezing tightly. "Ma'am, I think you should focus on yourself now. Does your chest hurt?" the doctor asked, worried. I looked around, my pupils shaking. "No, no, it doesn't. I just want to see Ezekiel now." The doctor slowly bowed his head, and I frowned a bit, annoyance growing inside me. "He-he, I don't think you should see him now, ma'am." I stared at the doctor's dark brown eyes with no expression, but it was clear to both of us that I was really furious. The doctor cleared his throat, "Ma-" before he could complete his sentence, I immediately stood up from the bed and went towards the door. "Ma'am, don't go out there. It won't be good for your health." I barely heard what he said because my head was screaming.
Find Ezekiel
Ezekiel
Ezekiel
Ezekiel
My soul
My love
My reason to take another breath
Tears ran down my cheeks as I ran towards different rooms, the doctors behind me telling me to rest, but I did not want to hear anything from them. I opened the next door to find a man, unconscious and pale but still maintaining his muscular figure. His face, once colorful, was now pale and weakened. I came closer to see that it was my Ezekiel. A tear dropped onto his cheek, and I realized it was mine. I touched my cheek to feel that it was wet. I diverted my gaze towards his now pale face. He looked at peace. I placed my ear on his muscular chest to feel a faint beat. His heart was weak; it was like he was going to leave me soon. "Do-doctor?, what happened to him?" I asked with a hoarse voice. The doctor slowly came towards me and said, "We tried to reason with him, but he didn't even bother hearing what we had to say. He... decided to give you every last drop of his blood." My pupils furiously moved, my heart broken, and my knees met the ground. I couldn't feel the pain because the one in my heart was way worse. "No, no, no, no!... No!!" I screamed and cried. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was meant to die; he should've left me to die." "Ma'am, please, you need some rest," the doctor said gently. He was about to place his hands on my shoulder, and I immediately nudged it off. "No! I won't rest while he is here dying!" I said, looking at the doctor with bloodshot eyes. "Ezekiel, please don't die on me," I said, shaking furiously. My heart was beating loudly and fast as I tried to talk him into waking up. I hugged him while crying and continued to place my ear on his chest. "Please wake up, Ezekiel! You are my only family; don't leave me, please," I cried hot tears as the doctor tried pulling me away from him. They succeeded, and I slumped to the floor, crying with my face buried in my hands. The door opened, revealing Jasmine, who also looked like she had been crying, along with Ariel, who looked worried, and Bella. My two best friends came towards me and knelt beside me as I cried. Jasmine immediately went over to Ezekiel's unconscious body. "You guys shouldn't be here at the moment," the doctor said. Jasmine and I passed him a death glare. Then he sighed and told us something that broke my heart into a million pieces. "I'm sorry, but this patient is in a coma," he said sadly. "What?! It can't be, doctor! My brother is a strong man; he can't just-" "He transferred too much blood to Miss Kiyara," the doctor said, cutting off Jasmine's sentence. I stood up and went towards the doctor. "Please, please, doctor, you have to save my boyfriend. I can't live without him," I said with glossy eyes. He sighed again and said, "I'm sorry, but there is nothing that can help him now, well, unless it's a miracle." Bella hugged me as I cried more, and Jasmine was being comforted by Ariel, who looked sad. In three days, I was discharged from the hospital, and during those three days, it was filled with Ezekiel. I spent my days in his room and nights in mine, but that was just for one night. The remaining two were spent with Ezekiel day and night. After I was discharged, Jasmine and I visited him every day. I could feel that she didn't like me anymore, and she was justified. All I had done in my life was cause him pain. A tear fell from my eyes and landed on the forget-me-not flowers. I looked at his unconscious body, dropped the flowers beside him, and hugged him. Every day, I came to the hospital to talk to Ezekiel, drop flowers for him, and shed a few tears. Other than meeting with Ezekiel, people had been talking all over the internet about my accident. People started pitying me, and soon, the story about me being a stripper faded. Bella dealt with the press while I was preoccupied with Ezekiel. Everyone knew that I wasn't in the right mind to work. For now, my full-time job was to take care of the person who brought happiness and relief into my life. He removed all the pain in my life; he was my painkiller, my other half, the reason I take another breath each day. He made me know what true happiness was. I tasted true love through him; he is the reason I'm still alive and standing. Just like how he erased all the pain in my life, I will also be his painkiller. I smiled sadly and waited for days for him to come back to me, to come back home. Days turned into weeks, then months, and a year turned into two. Here I am, still waiting for him.