CHAPTER 116
BRIANNA’S POV
I woke up feeling like I was hit by a bus. Every part of my body ached and cramped, especially my head and neck.
A breathy wince escaped my lips as I tried to wriggle on the bed but found it almost impossible. My heavy eyelids fluttered open only to be greeted by a blinding white light that hurt my eyes and made my vision blurry. I blinked several times before my vision slowly adjusted to the light.
The beeping of the heart monitor and various medical monitors that displayed vital signs nearby, and the sterile smell of antiseptic mingled with the faint scent of fresh linen was enough to tell me I was in a hospital. But I couldn’t remember how I got here.
I swallowed hard and my throat hurt from the impact. Everywhere hurt. Even my breathing hurt. I felt so weak I could assume I was paralyzed.
I tried to lift my head to look around, but a sharp pain made a loud groan escape my mouth, and my head fell back onto the pillow. That was when I realized my neck was immobilized with a neck brace, the kind used for patients with severe neck injuries.
Not only that. I tried to move my arms but also noticed my left arm was immobilized with plaster of Paris and secured with a rope from the back of my neck. While my left had an IV drip attached to it.
Fuck!
What was wrong with me? What happened? Why couldn’t I move? Why are all these stuff on my body? Did I have an accident? Am I bedridden? Will I be like this for the rest of my life? My head was a foggy mess. I couldn’t remember anything.
Panic began to set in. My breathing became quick as I struggled to catch my breath. I swallowed harder this time, feeling the pain intensify as it thudded down my throat. Tears burned the back of my eyes and steamed my vision, making it blurry.
I whimpered when all of a sudden Sebastian appeared in front of me.
“Hey,” he said gently as if I was made of glass. He settled beside me on the edge of the bed and rubbed my splattered hair away from my face. “Don’t stress it. It’s okay. You’re alright…you’re okay. I’m here with you. There is no need to panic. Okay?...”
I focused on his gentle reassuring gaze which was like a bottomless pool of dark creamy chocolate. They were therapeutic. In them I found peace. In them I found solace. The wave of tension and panic rippling inside me began to subside. But then I remembered. Every bit of what happened.
“You have been asleep for more than 24 hours now. Thank goodness you’re awake,” he breathed out in relief and gratitude. “I’ll send for the doctor.”
“No….you did this….” tears I couldn’t hold back streamed down my cheeks. “You’re the reason I’m here, in this pitiable condition…”
“No….” He grimaced. The shock of what I just said hit him like a wrecking ball. “Don’t think like that…Don’t say that Brianna…please don’t…I can never be responsible for this kind of thing happening to you.”
“You said he’d be nice. That he was the most easy-going person you knew. That he’ll like me at first sight. You lied! You had that visit organized just so I could be humiliated and reminded of what I am…”
“No…” he tried to stop me but I continued, determined not to hold anything back.
I was angry at him. I had a bad feeling about meeting his uncle but decided to carry on for his happiness. But look what it brought me. Nothing but pain both physical, emotional and psychological.
“I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to meet him at first, but I did it for your happiness. For once, I wanted to do something to make you happy like you always do for me. But see where it has landed me. In a hospital, crippled and broken. I can’t even move a fucking muscle in my body…who knows for how long I’ll remain like this…?”
My words made him so miserable it was physical pain. I wished I didn’t have to carry on. I wished I didn’t have to say all that. I hate to see him suffer. But he left me no choice. I wanted him to feel the level of pain and damage he caused me.
He could have chased after me when I ran upstairs. He could have easily caught up with me and stopped me or saved me from falling. But he let his uncle’s words hold him back.
If his uncle’s words really got to him, then there was every possibility he listened and considered them. He considered the fact that I was beneath him as an omega and had no place in his life.