When I opened my eyes, I saw the white ceiling above my head. Everything in the room was the same color—plain, boring white. The monitor next to the bed beeped as it kept track of my heart and blood pressure. The tube had been taken out of my throat once the surgeries were done, and I could finally breathe on my own. I was on a morphine drip, so I actually felt pretty good.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, maybe a couple weeks. I’d been unconscious most of the time, so I really had no idea. Damien told me how hurt Sofia was when I refused to see her, but she didn’t understand that I was doing her a favor.
It would kill her to see me like this.
“How are you doin’, man?” Damien’s voice came from beside me.
I turned my head toward him. “I’m on morphine, so pretty damn well.”
He pulled the chair closer to the bedside and rested his arms on the rail. “I talked to the doctors. They relieved the pressure in your skull so the swelling could go down. They repaired your punctured spleen, and they fixed the fracture in your leg. You’ve got a couple bone bruises, but those will heal.”
“I hate to imagine what I look like right now.”
“Yeah…you look like shit.”
I smiled slightly, because the drugs took the edge off. “Fuck you, asshole.”
Damien rested his hand on my arm and gave me a slight pat. “I can tell you’re doing better.”
“That’s the morphine talking.”
“You’ve been on it for a couple weeks now, and you were never in this good of a mood.”
I couldn’t even remember the last few weeks. “How long have I been in here?”
“Over two weeks.”
“How’s Sofia?”
“Eager to see you.”
I faced forward so I wouldn’t have to meet his look.
“Ash is staying with her.”
“He is?” I asked, slightly surprised. “I’m out of the picture, and he tries to steal my woman?”
He chuckled. “I don’t think anyone could steal her from you.”
“It was nice of him to keep an eye on her.”
“Yeah. He seems pretty fond of Sofia. And he must be fond of you too.”
“I’m surprised he’s taken so much time off of work.”
He shrugged. “You’re more important, I guess.”
“The doctors say when I can get out of here?”
“In another week or so.”
What kind of shape would I be in when I walked out of here? Would I be able to walk? Would I be able to take care of myself? I hadn’t actually seen myself in the mirror, so I had no idea what I looked like.
“I know it’s not my place, but I think you should let Sofia come down here.”
“You just said I look like shit.”
“I know, but she’s your wife. You need her, and honestly, she needs you too.”
After everything she’d been through, she was probably disturbed, broken. I was the only person who could be there for her. I didn’t want to hear the details of her suffering, but it was my job to put her back together. “I’m not sure if I can handle it…”
Damien bowed his head. “I can’t even imagine.”
Maybe that was the real reason I didn’t want to see her. My physical injuries would heal, but her emotional scars would haunt us both for life. Every time I thought about it, I was riddled with guilt. I should’ve done something sooner; I should’ve protected my wife. I didn’t have the balls to look her in the eye, not when I felt so worthless.
“But you should be together.”
I missed her, I missed holding her hand, I missed looking at her beautiful face.
“Can I go ahead and call her?”
“I don’t want her to see me like this.”
“I’m sure she feels the same way.” He pulled out his phone from his pocket. “But you’re husband and wife… You belong together.”
I sat up in bed and waited for her to walk inside. My heart was pounding like a drum, and my stomach was tight with unease. I was nervous—nervous I would look at her and burst into tears.
What if she didn’t want me anymore?
What if we couldn’t get past this?
What if she blamed me for what happened to her?
I was so afraid of losing her that I didn’t know what to do.
She stepped inside my hospital room wearing a purple top and dark black jeans. She stilled when she spotted me in the bed, her eyes immediately filling with tears. It took her a second to process my condition, to overcome the shock of my appearance, but when she did, she came to my side.
She set her purse down then pulled her chair closer to the bedside.
When I looked at her face, I saw the same woman that I loved, the same beautiful and fiery woman I wanted to keep for the rest of my life. I didn’t see Maddox in her gaze; I didn’t see the things he’d done. My feelings for her were exactly the same.
The longer she stared at me, the more her eyes began to fill. “Oh my god…” Her hands reached for one of mine, and she squeezed it with both of hers. She took a deep breath to control her tears, but a few escaped anyway.
“I’m okay, baby.”
She sniffled and more tears fell.
“We’re going to be okay.”
“You shouldn’t have done this for me…”
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “I would do it again in a heartbeat.”
“We’re gonna kill him,” she whispered. “We’re gonna burn him alive.”
I loved seeing the fire in her eyes, that ferocity that made me fall in love with her in the first place. She had the same spirit, the same strength I found so endearing. “I know we will.” I didn’t feel the resentment in her gaze; I didn’t feel the accusation or the blame. She looked at me just the way she used to…like nothing had changed at all.
She drew back her hand and opened her purse. She pulled out the black wedding ring I hadn’t taken off since the day I became her husband. She grabbed my left hand and slid it back where it belonged. “Don’t take this off again, okay?”
I squeezed her hand as the tears welled in my eyes. “Never.”