Harry's POV:
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into the month but still, she hasn't decided to open her eyes.
My heart ached whenever I saw her pale face which has never failed to shine even in difficult situations, but now it lost all its color and staying on the bed silently for over a month.
The doctor informed me that there is a low chance of her waking up but I have a hope which stained in the corner of my heart that she will make it.
Everyone gave up on her even my mind said to let her go that she is not anymore but I won't accept my defeat that easily. She is a brave girl, she will come for me. My love for her is true and genuine.
When I found her in Karl's arm the day when she got stabbed in her back, I almost sent him to hell but Quinn dragged me from him and made me realized that she was still bleeding and losing her consciousness slow by slow.
I threw plenty of money in front of the doctor's face asking them to save her as soon as possible but it didn't work. One thing I understood that we can't do everything in our life with money. It's all in God's hand.
She used to say everything moves under God's gaze, but I kinda ignored her words because I thought money will make everything perfect and it's enough for us.
But again she proved me wrong when the doctor informed me that she has some air on her system to breathe, it was a miracle to them, me as well.
If I was in her state she would be prayed to God and have waited for me until I get conscious and my good return, So I switched our place and started to pray for her and waited for her, her arrival into my life.
Karl is one of my suspicions but I have no evidence for that. If he did, he never dared to save her life. Yes, that night I saw the anguish in his eyes which was the same as mine.
But if Karl didn't do this to her then who would be tried to harm her? by chance are the same person who caused us an accident when we were in the car?
At first, I thought they need my death, so she is safe and I don't need to worry about her but now everything messed up.
I have no guts to look into her parents face, I can't face them because I am the reason why her daughter is laying on the bed under the green cloth, hooking machine on her every part and went through unbearable pain.
No one in their place would forgive me but they did, it shows from where she gets all the good manners. They have raised her very well, not as a spoiled brat. Even though they were not rich, they are rich by heart.
My mom accompanied me since she heard about the news, she knows how I need her right at this moment.
Her wound seems not too deep but still, her body is refusing to function normally. Something really bad happened to her but the doctor said apart from that wound, her body is clean and stable.
What does that mean? I pulled my hair couldn't able to get the answer I was looking for.
I entered her room and kneeled beside her bed. I gently stroked her hair and started to whisper nothing but soothing words as usual for her fast recovery.
She is getting worst day by day and I am afraid of the result. A dark ugly circle was already formed under her eyes and she had lost almost ten pounds.
A single tear rolled down through my cheeks which landed on her cheeks, I genuinely wiped the tear stain from her face and kissed her forehead.
It became my daily routine as to visiting her early in the morning, to have a nice talk with her unconscious frame until late at night.
"Please come for me babe, I promise you, I will fix all the problems and save you from the dead. Please this one time... Please..." I blabbered and buried my face in her hair.
To be continued----