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Catherine couldn't stop Pacing the waiting room. She thought, right there, it helps her, or at least it helps her to withstand the situation at hand. That's what she told herself. Minutes later, she couldn't still stop Pacing, then she started murmuring hoping that no opens hears her or forgetting people are there waiting to meet their needs.
"I pray dad gets okay, I can exactly be mad at him even he's not well. I'm still damned angry that he wanted me to take the fall for what Elvira did like I didn't mean a thing to him, but when I heard the gunshots, I couldn't help but run out to the pot of fire, quite stupid if you ask me but I didn't think of that at the time. I just wanted my father to be okay, he might be the worst father in the world but he is still my father and I love him and I just want him to love me back."
A flash of white walked past her. It's a doctor in white. She had seen the light from behind. She rushed to him, bombarding him with questions like she had done every doctor she had met.
"Miss Guero, the bullet thankfully didn't do any serious damage,"
She heaved a sigh of relief and sent out a special thanks to whatever comes next. The doctor's expression became somber and she felt her heart sink. It's never good news when you see that face, and she was right, though she hoped she wasn't.
"The fall caused a bit of damage, he made contact with a sharp object?"
She nodded absently, thinking she could have helped.
"He got a concussion and slipped into a comatose state."
Her heart stopped, and worst he didn't look like that was the last of the bad news he had to deliver, and again, she was right.
"Due to his age, we tried to control the effects but it didn't look nice–"
"What, what does it mean doctor?" She interrupts him.
"I'm sorry miss Guero but your father is in a coma."
She felt a hand on her waist and a body behind her. Before she could realize what was happening, she almost lost her balance and the man caught her.
"Watch out," he said.
She didn't even know he was standing so close. She try to ignore the heat emanating from his body as he helped her sit.
He stood up so fast after that you'd think the place burned him. He looked at her again before turning and leaving her seat. With the thought of her father, she still tries to figure out what the hell is going on with her.
She could still feel the warmth of his body against her and the place he touched her burned, the good kind of burning.
I am fucked I close my eyes with that statement.
~~Catherine's POV~~
Pacing really helps, or at least it helps me, is what I told myself as I paced the waiting room.
My mind was traveling a lot of distance as I move forth and back the long hall.
I pray dad gets okay, I can exactly be mad at him even if he's not well but atleast he should be alive for me to vent my anger. I can't possibly do that to a corpse.
I'm still damned angry that he wanted me to take the fall for what Elvira did, like I didn't mean a thing to him, but when I heard the gunshots, I couldn't help it but run out to the pot of fire, quite stupid if you ask me but I didn't think of that at the time.
I just wanted my father to be okay, he might be the worst father in the world but he is still my father and I love him and I just want him to love me back. To tell me he's sorry for the bad treatment and to assure me he would make up for all his absence.
I see a flash of white and rush to the doctor, before I could bombard him with questions like I did to every doctor that I saw, he spoke.
"Miss Guero, the bullet thankfully didn't do any serious damage," I heaved a sigh of relief and sent out a special thanks to God, the doctors expression became sombre and I felt my heart sink, it's never good news when you see that face, and I was right, though I damned hope I wasn't.
"The fall caused a bit of a damage, he made contact with a sharp object?" I nodded absently, I didn't know, I didn't notice but I just had to, I don't know, accept it?
"He got a concussion and slipped into a comatose state." My heart stopped, and worst he didn't look like that was the last of the bad news he had to deliver and again, I was right.
"Due to his age, we tried to control the effects but it didn't look nice–"
"What, what does it mean doctor?" I interrupt him
"I'm sorry miss Guero but your father is in a coma." If there was a little part of my heart that was still functioning, it stopped with that sentence.
I felt a hand on my waist and a body behind me before I realized what was happening, I'd almost lost my balance and the man caught me.
I didn't even know he was standing so close. I try to ignore the heat emanating from his body as he helped me sit.
He stood up so fast after that you'd think the place burned him. He looked at me again before turning and leaving me seated, trying to figure out what the hell is going on with me because I can still feel the warmth of his body against me, and the place he touched me burned, the good kind of burn.
"I am fucked". I close my eyes with that statement.
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I squinted my eyes, blinking it rapidly, My head felt fuzzy.
Why did my head feel fuzzy?
Oh that's right I fainted.
I came home to surprise my family and leaves drops on how I was basically a mistake and a failure and then a gang came out of nowhere and I had to pretend to be my twin sister because my father begged me to. Oh did I remember to mention he was now currently in a comatose state?
I think It was a miracle I didn't do more than faint.
I wondered if I should open my eyes, was I ready to face the world?
Or the brightness?.
I cracked my eyes open a bit and damn. I think the brightness is more urgent right now.
"Are you okay?"
Ugh, I wasn't aware I gave an outward reaction.
The person whose voice I recognize as the man who wanted my father killed. The opposition gang leader. Come to think of it, I think I'm now the gang leader. What the actual fuck.
I forced my eyes open all the away and saw that I was now in one of his SUVs.
We were literally at a hospital when I passed out from the shock of my father being in coma.
What do you do when someone passes out and you're at a hospital? You don't keep them in a car where their neck is at a crooked angle against the window. You fucking keep them there at the hospital.
What kind of person was this with absolutely zero sensitivity whatsoever.
"Take me back to my father."
"Are you alright?"
"You heard me quite clearly."
I turned and glared at him trying to put in my best brave girl act despite the party of nerves going on in my body.
He moved closer to me in the back seat and leaned so closely that I could smell his after shave.
"You and your father are alive merely cause of the goodness in what ever remains of a heart I have.
What you should be doing is going down on your knees thanking me, not ordering me around when you are not foolish or are you?" He asked raising his brows.
I kept quiet.
Damn the cocky bastard but he was right though. He would have killed my father right there and even kill me but he spared our lives, I should be thanking him.
Well screw him. He's annoying, I tell myself.
He leaned back against his seat and folded his arms across his chest, flexing his biceps as he did so.
"Got ourselves in a bit of a pickle, have we princess?"He smirked.
Oh God that accent.
English mix with Australian with a bit of .....something and mo Catherine, you cannot be attracted to the enemy.
"Kill me."
"Pardon?"
I seemed to have startled him.
"I am a gang leader's child. Daughter of a gang leader's son. I killed your men and I'm notorious for alot of things, but I do not beg."
Something seemed to spark in his eyes but it was gone before I was able to decide whether it was an hallucination or not.
"I see you have a sense of self worth. Some may even go as far as to call it pride. Either way, princess, I assure you, one way or another, you will get in your knees, and you will beg me. And I will make it worth my while."