Rosalina's Hope - D.D. Dass (good books to read in english .TXT) 📗

was a tiny boy who was deathly pale in his unconscious state. Another, taller man whose power animated from him held a younger woman with brown hair in his arms; she was awake and sobbing viciously. They were the best looking of the four. The man, who held the brown haired woman, resembled the next man in power and looks, he held a younger girl who was unconscious, and her face was pale as she mumbled something that sounded close to Beston? 

The last man was the worst of them all though. His dark hair was sticking up in clumps, blood everywhere and by the look of it, his jugular might’ve been torn out he was bleeding so much by the neck.

Jumping she rushed ahead of them calling for every nurse and doctor available. When the four patients were taken away in stretchers, she confirmed that two were getting blood transfusions, one just had some scratches and contusions but was pretty unstable, and the dark haired male was going to need surgery for bullet wounds, stitches, and possible concussion and internal bleeding.

Back in the waiting from, she saw all worried stares of the nine men, where on her. Most of them were athletically built with light hair but some had darker hair…They were all beautiful men. The scariest man with short blond hair turned his scorching troubled blue eyes on her and she almost made a run for it. There men were prevailing, not to be toyed with.

Despite his power though, the man talked in a hushed tone, “Please tell me, are they going to be alright?” She automatically nodded with sympathy though she wasn’t supposed to tell them any information until she knew what went down and who they were to the patients.

Another man, the brother of Mr. Worried, but with longer hair stepped forward.

“Do you know or not?” Her eyes widened in fear as her tummy tightened.

“Yes…N-no…,” she stumbled over her words. Mr. Worried grabbed Mr. Vicious by the shoulders, towing him back and the nodding. Relieved she spoke cleared in nurse mode.

“I need to know who you are to the patients and who they are.” My. Worried nodded but turned to Mr. Vicious who then sat his happy behind in a seat looking pretty darn upset bout it. Served him right.

“I’m Marcus Payne. The young blond female is Rosalina Bray Payne, my daughter, the dark-haired male is Sebastien Ceal Lacriox, my daughters…fiancée, the brown haired woman is my wife Marilyn Ann Payne and the young blonde boy is Isaac James Rolfs and that is a friend,” Marcus told her. She nodded, typing it all into the system though it went against her gut instinct. Surely the little girl, Rosalina wasn’t engaged to that man? It turned out that man was only twenty two years old. God, kids grew up fast these days she thought, got hurt and killed just was quickly.

“What happened tonight?” Marcus’s eyebrows creased and suddenly she couldn’t look away from those blue depths, drowning there as her mind went blank. Huh?

“You’re going to type it in as unknown alright?” She nodded obediently, doing as he said.
“And when we check out you won’t remember us okay?” Grace nodded…Her mind completely empty of thoughts relating with anything but his will.

He looked away then and she blinked, confused.

“Er…Where was I again? She looked between the men that were suddenly preoccupied with their nails or the ceilings…

“You were just going to tell us how long we have to wait,” he said softly. Gosh she was a lousy nurse.

“Let me go find out…” she hurried away to the other nurses who were cleaning up. When she arrived the two nurses were Tina and Scott, who were grabbing medical supplies.

“Scott!” he gave her a fleeting look. “How they bad are they?”

“Young blonde male is being give blood transfusions and fluids as well as the young dirty blonde female. Otherwise they’re good to go. The brown haired woman is a bit distraught right now, babbling about God knows what craziness but other than a bump on the noggin she will be fine. Now there’s a man, Dr. Palmer is takin’ him into surgery, removing the bullets, stitching his neck, wrists, and ankles. Then we’ll take him in for X-rays for internal injuries and do him in from CAT scans. Possible concussion and spinal injury as well, but for right now we’ll focus on stopping the bleeding and then get back to you. I’m tellin’ ya Grace, it will be a miracle if the guy survives. ” Holy Fuck. This was going to be long, long night.

The nurse nodded sullenly, heading back to the waiting room with a heavy heart.


ROSA'S POV:

A blinding like made my eyes automatically shut when they snapped open. Sebastien? I sat up so fast that I fell back in a head rush. Where was I? Where was he? Disoriented I looked around the familiar white room…machines…heart monitors…I.V....

“Relax sweetheart,” a pretty woman with red hair pressed me. The nurse?

“Sebastien…” I tried without success to move. No longer did I hurt physically, in fact I felt better, but emotionally I was dying. Where was my mate…

“Oh, Hunny, he’s right next door.” For a second relief stole my breathe…then I remembered all the blood…I had no will to ask if he was better…Instead I threw the crinkly sheet away from my body, pulling up the hospital dress. Tears clogged my vision…Only Sebastien’s marks remained but they were so light, still fading from my skin.

I wanted to scream at the unfairness of it….instead I dropped back on the pillow.

“You must be hurting…I’ll see for some morphine.” The nurse left then and I took the chance to rise. I was unsteady as I pulled the needle from my vein and the clip from my finger. Outside I went straight to the next room, finally seeing him.

The door was open slightly and I closed it behind me, sitting in the couch beside the bed. All the machines were going so slow…I stared at his face. Skin pale, his black hair was gone, cut in a skull trim, his eyes sunken in, but otherwise he looked normal. Handsome as ever, yet he was dying…how could he be dying?

Grabbing his hand, I pressed my trembling lips to it, shutting my eyes.

“I still don’t understand you,” I laughed shakily, knowing Sebastien couldn’t hear me. “If you die I might has well too…There’s no life without you. Nothing but cold nothingness…I find you never realized how much you mean to me, how much I love—need you…You brought me back to myself, “ it was the first time I realized just what he meant to me. “You’re my only hope...”

Taking a deep breath I stood and kissed cheek, imagining he would open his hazel eyes, but knowing he wouldn’t.

The thought was enough to kill me as I sobbed.

NURSES POV:

The look on the young girl, Rosalina’s, face was one Grace knew all to well, the ablaze anguish. She wore that look the day her sister had died. The day she began nursing.

As she entered the waiting room, all men shot up like missals.

“Isaac and Rosalina are awake, but need to rest for a few more hours. Marilyn is awake and in need of your assistance,” she spoke pointedly to Marcus. “Sebastien, I’m afraid, is still in critical condition.” The air became saddened as each man bowed his head.

Just then a heart monitor went off, the heartbeat stopped completely and she rushed into the Rosalina’s room. She was gone. And Grace knew exactly where to.

Peering into Sebastien’s room she found her and smiled sadly. How much better life would be is wishes came true.

One of the men, the brother, Mr. Vicious was standing right behind her. Her heartbeat pounded as she squeaked in surprise.

“How does she fare?” The guy was so old-fashioned. She didn’t comment but instead nodded a little.

“She’s fine but I would like to let her be for a moment or so.” Mr. Vicious nodded, turning on his heels and storming away. Well then. Looking back she found Sebastien’s heart beat slowly but steady and that was all they could hope for at that point.

His spine had been cracked under force; his head they found was spared. His jugular had been narrowly missed and now stitched as well as his wrists and ankles. The bullet wounds hit nothing severe and were now being stitched and he also had a cracked rib.

What the hell had happened? A sharp pain in her head made her think of something else…And she shook herself, returning to the waiting room to find it emptied, all besides one blonde man, the one who carried in Isaac, sat looking deathly pale in his seat. Ready to jump out of it. Somehow she guessed why.

“He’s in room 452, he’s still asleep though. And his parents should return soon.” With relieved blue eyes he was out of the room faster than she thought possible.

Love she thought grudgingly.

ROSA (TWO WEEKS LATER):

The sun was just beginning to rise. Sebastien was lying in the same spot he had two weeks earlier. Had not moved since. To everyone’s astonishment he was still breathing, but it was to my complete relief. He was alive….I had my hope still. Even if he wasn’t awake he was breathing and that was all I had to live off of.

Isaac left three days ago with his step mother, Jane and his father. My mother was gone as well, only my father remained in the hallway, only leaving at night. I never left. We moved to a large room, with a shower, but I was still scared I would miss something important so my father watched him while I showered.

Somehow I knew he felt my pain. Sebastien spoke yesterday, or groaned but it made my heart skip a beat. Then I shushed him, not wanting him to further hurt himself…He immediately stopped moving, making my heart sinking into its depression.

When I opened the door my father shot up and walked in, knowing what I was asking without actually asking the question. In the small bathroom I stepped into the showers hot water, not feeling any better I washed my body and hair. Then I dressed, stepping out. My father rose to leave; I stopped him.

“Daddy?” He crushed me to his chest. “Thank you…” I meant for everything. For saving my mate, for not giving up… for staying. We stood for awhile until he kissed my forehead and left.

Not knowing what to do without myself, I grabbed Sebastien’s left hand, retracting for the hundredth time his mark. My breathing stopped when his left twitched; still I didn’t dare look up, sure it was too good to be true.

He groaned and I stiffened, clutching his left hand and waiting for a response, any response. And just when I thought it wouldn’t come, he squeezed back a tiny bit.

I looked up with crying eyes, he was still under though. “Sebastien…”

Please God, please I prayed with a new found hope. Another choke or mumble left his lips and I knew I had to be strong for him.

“Shh,” I murmured. “Its okay…you’re…okay. Just go