Imprisoned

Chapter # 42

••• Cinzel •••

A strong light fell upon my face, waking me from my deep slumber, indicating I still haven't received my last moment and still exist in this momentarily torment where things were slipping out of my hands and I was losing what I cherished the most.

But these vague talks are meaningless now.

"Argh..."

Blinking, I looked around to find myself In a hospital's room and warm hands over mine. The throbbing pain in my body hardened it, indicating my body has been lying here for too long.

"Where... am I?"

Trying to make my surroundings, I looked up with my unclear vision at Prince sitting beside me.

His eyes were closed, sleeping while holding my hand, his head was resting on the bed and his appearance told me the stress took a drastic toll on his health.

With a muffled sound, I moved my hand as he woke up gradually.

"P.. Prince..." I called him softly but it was enough for his eyes to flutter open and stare at me with dejection.

"Cinzel?" He called me, getting up immediately.

Humming in response, I held his arm. Not removing my eyes from him. When my weak eyes met his tensed orbs, it gave me a terrible presage.

"Cinzel, Oh thank God you are awake." He whispered, securing his arms around me, losing his breath.

"Prince?.. Zaniel... he.. He.." I tried to speak but Prince stopped me.

"I know.. I know. We are searching for him," He assured, removing the hairs from my face, tugging them behind my ear and kissing my cheeks tenderly.

"How long have I been here?" I asked in a low tone after observing the tons of medical instruments around me.

"You were in a coma for five months." He told me sadly.

Tracing his fingers from the sides of my face to my cheeks, cupping them, stroking them with his thumb gently to soothe my disquiet form.

"Five..." I mumbled but the sudden realization hit me.

"Five then.. I must be in my seventh month.. But.. There's no difference... I feel no- Don't tell me.. Prince... Tell me.. It's a lie.. Isn't it?.. He can't do this... everything is fine... isn't it, Prince?... Prince... Prince!" I called him, clutching his arm with my both hands tightly with tears blinding my vision due to unbearable pain.

Fastening the bolts of anguish delicately to break my beyond repair, cracking my heart terribly to bring tears in my eyes, calling him helplessly, "Prince please! Prince-"

"The baby died right at the moment you got shot." He blurted out what I was dying to deny from the bottom of my heart.

"Prince..!"

To resist the horrific sensation, the delusion I told myself began to scatter in the form of salty water around my eyes.

He pulled me in his embrace as I began to sob.

"Why?!" I cried, hiding my face in his arms.

It affected my mind badly with uncontrollable tears rolling down my cheeks. I let out the destruction of my heart with loud wails before passing out once again.

"Cinzel, Are you okay?" This time Nathaniel called me.

I looked at him with a devoid face as he hugged me, "I am so glad to see you awake, I am so worried about you." He whispered, taking me in his arms.