Christian was confused, he didn’t know how to react to what was happening , he lifted her off the ground and made a stop at the bed where he dropped her off slightly.
His mind felt blank with several thoughts creeping through it.
“Antonia”he calls her name again, still no reply.
He was going crazy wondering how possible it was for things to go crazy so quickly…
He ended the call he had been making and again cast a worried gaze at the woman.
Why was she this way.?
What had she done to herself!
Those questions Crept through his mind at the speed of light, when it was all settled a knock filled the room.
Damien walked in with a doctor.”Came as soon as I heard.”He muttered.
Soon both am stood outside the door pacing about worried.
“What happened?”Damien question.
He was about to reply when again the door opened, this time the doctor walked out looking all worried but hint of a smile have a bit of hope
“How is she?”Christian asked, looking all worried.
“She made it, but still needs to be on fluid to help her stay hydrated.”
It all sounded confusing to him.”What happened? ”
“Well, she is on drugs”
He was taken unaware by the word that had had just being uttered, he blinked before starting again at the man.
“Drugs?”he asked, all confused.
“She is going to be fine.”The doctor mutters before leaving the room.
He couldn’t understand anything that had been said, he looked back at the man keeping that look of uncertainty in his eyes as he tried to understand the situation of things as they were at the moment.
Still he couldn’t, as both seemed rather startled at the entire situation.
With a heartfelt sympathy, Damien leaves the room leaving him all alone in eerily silent silence.
*****
Tonia awoke, sensing she was in her own room, she looked around in a bid to know how she had gotten home, she ran her palms on the bed till she could feel the surface beneath her was too firm, the sheet that was pulled over her as well appeared to be warm as well and too scratchy.
All she felt at the back of her head was this dizzy spell that out her mind swirling undercurrent for control, regardless she felt numb –
Her head and this quaking effect about it, that made it look like it might explode any moment, she was unsure of what to feel as different feelings crept through her veins.
She felt… numb… as if she was drifting on a cloud.
Was that death?
What did this death feel like?
She would have considered the unthinkable if she didn’t feel all warm, She opened her eyes a crack to check, wincing as the bright light that shines through the windows and made way to where she was
When she opened her eyes fully, A large expanse of white greeted her through the veil of her lashes.
She sighs a beautiful breath of relief appreciating the fresh air, and the fact that she was undead.
Still the bed wasn’t comfortable, she tried moving but caught Sight of a drip slowly trickling.
What was going on?
Licking her lips, she tried to swallow but her lips felt all dry. It had bad drugs and medicine as she could still feel the drugs from last night in her veins.
She needed water- she struggled to sit up, Starting to turn her head, she frowned as the figure of someone Caught her attention, she swallowed the noise In her throat. Carefully lifting her hand, she turned to see him sleeping in a chair beside her.
She didn’t know how to react to the Sight, she was mad at him yet that display of affection was filling her up In an entirely different way from how she felt at the moment, she could find dark circles under his eyes that gave them a bruised look and stubble darkened his
jaw line.
She sighed to herself replaying his last words…
Replacing that feeling of love and warmth that should have been there was hatred and Jealousy, it washed over her as she viewed his beloved features.
She scanned him as she slept only to stop when she saw that he was about to turn and bring his gaze to where she was , didn’t know how best to react to him at that moment as it left her with a feeling of uncertainty.
She looked in, in a rush of memory the events of the past twenty-four hours came rushing back to her. As she relieved those last
few moments, tears pricked at the back of her eyes and she blinked rapidly to as she remembered his words at teg restaurant-
In a way a lot had happened, so much that she couldn’t get her mind out of it, she could remember herself arguing with him and then the moment he had called Laura name.
Just the woman’s name caused a shiver to run through her. A feeling of jealousy crept through what she could call the fragment of what was left of her soul, as it did it fill her over the woman’s fate that was somehow interfering with hers.
She hated what he had done, pitting the her against a man she loved, that was the way she saw all of this madness-
She saw it as though Laura was trying to ruin Christian’s relationship with her… Yet, no matter how she felt about the woman, it was obvious that was there to stay. It made more difficult the fact that It wasn’t in her nature to react violently, but she knew if the situation arose again, she’d do whatever was needed in order to protect her man.
She’d come so close to losing him, and was prepared to fight back for his love at this point..
Aware of all this feeling, she listened to the
steady rise and fall of his chest and how it comforted her to know that he was still here and had actually watched her through the night.
The fact Tonia knew she was still alive and by he was by her side gave her a reason to hope, soon she could sense that breathing had changed and it was the same was hers- she was breathing was in time with his own; steady and deep as she drifted off to sleep again as she was too weak
Sometime later, a finger gently brushing her forehead drew her from her rest.
She mutters something that wasn’t audible at the moment, he stared at her …She fluttered her eyes to see him leaning over her, softly calling her name. She blinked at him sleepily and curved her lips into a smile.
He had the most charming smirk than what she can remember but at the same time there was that look of worry as well.
“Are you awake?”His voice was deep and raspy as if he, too, had just woken up, or it was from the fact that he felt too worried about himself.
She struggled to get up and he cautioned that she lay still, his hair was falling in his eyes and he still hadn’t shaved. She reached up
to caress his stubbled jaw and he pressed a kiss to her palm.
“How are you feeling?”he asked.”You’ve been out for three days.”
“Three what!”She could have almost screamed.
“How do you feel,”he asked.
She automatically answered.”A bit stiff and sore.”She tried to shift herself up into
a sitting position and was surprised to feel a sense of heaviness coming from her head.
He didn’t know what to say at that moment, as a matter of fact neither of them did as they kept watching themselves.
He broke the silence first .”We need to talk.”