The beginning of forever

35 - It will always be you

Becky's POV

As I laid eyes on Freen at the bar, her drunk state and the bleeding wound on her head inflicted an agonizing surge of guilt and despair within me. It was an unbearable reminder of her suffering, a suffering I felt deeply responsible for.

I couldn't help but replay the events leading up to this moment, where my actions might have played a part in her distress. The echoes of regret resounded in my mind, and the sight of her pain weighed on my entire being.

Freen's condition, her wounded and vulnerable state, was a blunt reflection of my own shortcomings and the unintended consequences of my choices.

My body quivered with pain that seemed to seep into every fiber of my being. I mustered the courage to move closer to her, I spoke, "Baby, I'm so sorry... I'm here for you. Please, be okay"

She made an effort to meet my gaze, but her eyes struggled to comply. She exhibited a profound lethargy, her actions sluggish and her vitality noticeably drained.

When the medical team requested someone to accompany her in the ambulance, I didn't think twice before stepping forward.

As we boarded the ambulance together, I couldn't help but hope that this would be the first step toward healing, both for her physical wounds and the emotional scars that had marked our relationship.

I tightly grasped her hand as we journeyed in the ambulance to the hospital, the silence around us broken only by the hum of the vehicle's engine.

In the midst of the sirens wailing and the clinical aura of the ambulance, I poured out my feelings, hoping that some part of my words would penetrate her consciousness.

My voice quivered as I spoke, "My love, I'm right here with you. I'm so sorry. You mean everything to me, and I love you with all my heart. It's always been you, baby." Tears streamed down my face, mingling with my heartfelt words.

As we neared the hospital, I clung to the hope that, somehow, my words and the depth of my emotions would reach her.

When we arrived at the hospital, doctors and nurses took her in for immediate care. I had to step back and wait while they checked her.

The time in the waiting area felt incredibly long, and I watched the medical team working hard to help her. Each minute was filled with anxiety and a strong hope for her recovery. All I could do was wait, with a heavy heart, wishing for Freen to come back to me.

Irin and my brother soon arrived and joined me in the waiting area.

When the doctor called for Freen's immediate family, Irin quickly stepped forward and declared, "I'm her sister, we are her family."

Richie and I stood right beside Irin, our hearts pounding as we anxiously awaited the doctor's words, hoping for the best but prepared for whatever news they had to deliver.

The doctor spoke in an easiest manner for us to understand,

"Then patient had a minor concussion. Basically, a head injury but, fortunately, it was not severe. Such concussions typically involve temporary disorientation, dizziness, and headaches, but they do not typically lead to more serious long-term effects.

She would likely recover in a relatively short amount of time and wouldn't require extensive medical intervention. But I still want her to be admitted for at least a day for further observation.

Also, I would like to request for any of your parents or guardian to be present."

We collectively expressed our gratitude to the doctor for their prompt and skilled care in treating Freen's condition.