She wants to escape it all. She runs from it. She gets a chance to leave it all behind. And she does, without thinking twice.
Gabrielle leaves France, her home country, when she finds an offer to babysit in London. She doesn't have a lot of ex...
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I'm numb. Unable to feel anything else but pain. I can't cry anymore. My eyes hurt when I blink, my skin on my face is dry because of me constantly rubbing it when the tears wouldn't stop falling down.
It's been 5 days and Alexander hasn't woken up still.
It's been hell. This is pure hell. For everyone. For Alfred and Rosalyn even more, I assume. They already lost one child before and now they almost lost another one.
When the doctor comes to us, I don't even listen anymore. I never hear anything new from him.
Terribly bruised ribs ... Broken shoulder ... Trying to turn the swelling of the brain down, seeing if it'll be permanently damaged ... Right knee injured ... Broken right hand ...
He's lucky. He's lucky his skull didn't break since he wasn't wearing a helmet. He's lucky he survived. He's lucky. Lucky. Lucky. Lucky.
How is he lucky?! I want to scream every time he says these words. How is he lucky, lying in that hospital bed, fighting for his life? How is that being lucky?
Alexander. My Alexander. Who's never weak, who's always strong, who doesn't take anyone's shit. Alexander, lying all weak and fragile in that bed.
And we can do nothing but hope and pray. I've prayed so much these days. And I'm holding that hope inside, rooting it in place.
He's going to get through this. He's going to come back to me. He has to. He can't leave me like that. He promised. Oh, God. He promised! He can't go now. Not like that!
I hold so much anger inside of me. I think my pain transformed into my anger. I'm angry at everything. At fate. At him not wearing a helmet. At Ryder!
Every time I close my eyes, I have that scene before me. I'm there again.
"No, Alexander! Please! No. Not you. Baby, not you," I sob out as I kneel before him, his blood soaking my pants.
I stare at his face, his eyes closed, his mouth parted, hoping, waiting, praying to hear something from him. Any funny or playful remark he might have, I'd do anything to hear him.
But it's everyone else that's screaming around us. Alexander only gives me silence.
Sam comes there too, in shock, her face wet with tears, wrapping his arm around me and giving me an awkward hug.
"Tell me this is only a nightmare and I'll wake up any minute. It's not real. Sam, it's not real!" I'm getting desperate, wanting to hear her say that this is all in my head and I'll wake up in Alexander's arms with his bright smile and sleepy smile, saying something inappropriate to me that'll most definitely make me blush.
"It's okay, Gabby. Paramedics are on their way. They're going to save him," Sam assures me.
Save him? He's okay. He's sleeping next to me. They don't need to save him. He's fine! This is just my nightmare.
