Destined to be together

Chapter 9

Dimitri

I quickly stood up from my chair and rushed over to her.

“April?”

“April?”

“Can you hear me?” 

I quickly pulled out my phone and called the ambulance.

*After two hours in the hospital*

She was fast asleep.

It’s been two hours since we reached here.

Why did she suddenly collapsed like that?

“Mr. Martínez.” the doctor checking her called me.

“Yes.”

“Could I see you outside for a moment?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“It seems that Ms. Adams has not eaten anything in the last 48 hours and she was badly stressed for some reason which caused her to collapse suddenly.”

What?

The doctor seems to be uneasy for some reason.

“What is it, doctor?”

He let out a soft cough.

“Mr. Martinez do you have any knowledge of any violence taking place in her personal or professional life.”

“what do you mean?” I frowned looking at the doctor.

“Mr. Martinez we found a lot of scars and deep bruises in her arms.”

“Her hand was badly injured too.”

“Do you think she might be going through any domestic violence or something like that?”

“I..I don’t have any knowledge of that.”

The doctor nodded.

“We can find out about that once she wakes up.”

I gave a small nod.

“Thank you, doctor.”
He gave a small smile and left.

A frown appeared on my face.
I walked into the room. She was still asleep.

The image of her from the morning flashed back in my mind.
She did seem a little off and then I remembered her hand covered in a handkerchief.

I walked towards her bed and gently took her hand in mine.

Her knuckles were badly bruised.

Dark purple patches have formed all over the back of her palm.

I slowly pulled up the sleeve of her top.

It was filled with dark patches just as the doctor said.

I gently caressed her hand, my jaw clenched with rage.

Who the fuck did that to her?

I sat down on the sofa.
She looked so peaceful while sleeping.

The memories of the day when I first met her came flashing back in my head.

I realized every time I have seen her I have hurt her one way or the other.

With my words, with my behavior.

I have always treated her badly, every time I have told her how worthless, stupid, and irresponsible she is.

I keep on hurting her again and again.

I was being too hard on her.

I may not be the one who created those scars around her body.