I'm In Love With The Enemy (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 11: I Love You

Vivian's P.O.V

I stepped into the ICU, and the sight before me violently ripped the air from my lungs. I had to grip the doorway for support. Breathing was coming in short puffs. The lump in my throat refused to descend. The air around me felt like it was closing in on me. I felt caged like a wild animal. I have never felt claustrophobia quite like I did at that exact moment. Becca looked so small and fragile. It made me want to wrap her in my arms, and protect her from the outside world.

I took a dubious step forward. I glanced at the wires that were hooked up to her body. There was a Blood Transfer Bag hanging by her head. Next to the bag, was a heart monitor. There was a faint murmur that could be heard distinctly. For each murmur, I held my breath. The sound was irregular, and I couldn't feel anything. I felt numb. My exterior was as cold as my interior. I was silent as I pulled up the uncomfortable chair. At least it isn't plastic. 

I grabbed the hand that wasn't connected to the machines. It felt cold and still. I pushed back the tears that threatened to spill. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I didn't even have a tube in my throat like Becca did.

" You are an insufferable, moronic, idiotic, dumbass. The stunt you pulled, was the most bravest thing anyone has ever done for me. It was the stupidest, but bravest. You know, this sounds cliche, but when I heard the gunshot, and saw you lying on the ground, everything was in slow motion. I have never felt terror that bad. It struck me to the core. I couldn't breathe, and I wasn't even the one that was shot." the last word broke, as I broke into sobs that shook my body. I tried to stop them.

My efforts to stop the tears were futile. The steady stream of tears were rolling down my face, were coming fast. The strangled sobs were starting to painfully rip from my throat. I wrapped my arms around myself to steady myself. It only made it worse when I felt the dried, crusted blood on my shirt and pants. After a few minutes, I calmed down somewhat, and reached for her hand again.

" When I had your head in my lap, and your blood staining my clothes, realization dawned on me. It hit me with full force. I fell in love with you. No, scratch that, I tripped and face planted. It was that sudden." I gave a watery chuckle. I sniffed quietly.

" I yelled that in front of my father. I yelled I was in love with you, and you should have seen his face. I thought the vein in his forehead was about to burst." I paused when I heard the door open.

" Hello, I am Doctor Williams, and I was, and will be the surgeon that worked on Quinn." Dr. Williams said. I looked at him in confusion.

" Who is Quinn? This is Becca. Becca Thompson." I clarified. I saw something flash in his eyes, before he hurriedly glanced down.

" OH! Yes. Right. I have the wrong chart. Never mind my slip. Anyway, the bullet nicked an artery near her heart. I was able to control the bleeding, but there was too much damage from the bullet ricocheting of of one of her ribs. I was unable to fix everything in one surgery, but I will open her back up tomorrow, and recess the damage." he explained.

" Why couldn't you finish in one surgery?" I asked. Since his slip, I was dubious to trust him.

" Her body couldn't take it. If I continued, her body would have shut down, she would go into V-fib, and she would have flat lined." Dr. Williams informed.

" Again." I whispered so lowly, he had to lean closer.

" Excuse me?" he asked.

" Again. She would have flat lined again." My pitch was surpassing volume for each word. He nodded his head sympathetically, but I just glared at him. I didn't want his pity. Dr. Williams quickly ducked out of the room. I sighed.