Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,92
knew before he even reached him that something was wrong. “We’ve managed to control the bleeding and repair the damage from the bullet, but she lost so much blood.”
“Is she alive?” Kane demanded
“She’s slipped into a coma. She could come out of it tomorrow, next week but…”
“What?”
“Based on the severity of the damage, it’s more likely that she won’t come out of it at all. I wish I had better news for you.”
Kade stepped back, his legs went weak, and he stumbled, hitting the wall and sliding down it. He never in his life cried, but he did then. Dropped his head in his hands and broke down.
Six months later
He walked down the corridor, he walked every day, to the private room at the end. He stepped inside, felt the familiar pain that was a constant companion these days. His beautiful Molly had a tube down her throat doing the breathing for her. Her black hair was brushed back off her pale face.
He settled on the chair, took her hand. “You going to show me those eyes today?” he whispered. “Need to see them, Molly. Squeeze my hand, Baby. Give me something.”
A little piece of his heart broke every day. The doctors wanted to take her off the ventilator. Her parents, too, were reaching their wall, unable to stand the thought of keeping her going, when she was already gone.
She wasn’t gone. He would know if she was gone. He would feel the loss of her, would recognize it from the unbearable pain that he felt pushing at the edges to get in. She was still here. She was screaming for them to hear her. To not give up on her.
“I know you can hear me, Baby. I know you’re still in there. Come back to me, Molly.” His voice broke. He dropped his head on her stomach. “Fucking come back to me.”
Kade stood in his penthouse, looking out the window, but not seeing it. He didn’t want to be here because it didn’t feel like home without her. Nothing did, but that fucking hospital room. He let the pain fill him. Fuck, he couldn’t do this. She’d touched every single part of his life, colored it with that beauty that was uniquely hers. How the fuck did he go back, how did he leave the color and go back to black and white? Every day that passed, the more unlikely it was that she’d come back to him. He dreaded the day he’d have to make the decision, the one that took her away from him.
Salem rubbed up against his leg. He reached for him, holding him close to his chest, and scratched behind his ears. “I know how you feel,” he whispered. “I miss her so fucking much, too.”
Kade started work on the house in Antigua. When Molly woke, they were moving. He might have to fight her on it, but they were both going to live lives of leisure. She wasn’t going to be more than a few feet from him again.
He didn’t know someone had come into his office, until he heard, “What are you doing?”
He glanced up and saw Carmine and Gregory.
“Molly and I are moving to Antigua, so I’m working on the house to make it bigger.”
They settled on the chairs across from him. “Kade, man,” Carmine said.
“I think a bigger kitchen.” He grinned, thinking of the times he cooked, and Molly watched. “She likes people feeding her.” He liked fucking her on the counter. “Definitely more counter space.”
“Kade.”
Silence settled, for a few tense minutes, before Kade stood, turned to the windows. “I know what you’re going to say. Everyone is saying the same thing. And I’m trying really hard here to keep my shit together because the best fucking thing that ever happened to me is currently being kept alive by a fucking machine.” He turned then and didn’t hide the pain. “That incredible woman is lying in that bed. And I know everyone thinks I need to let her go, that I have to put her body to rest because her mind and her soul are already gone.” His breathing grew ragged. “How do I do that?” His voice broke. “How do I let her go? Give up the very air I breathe, the very reason my heart beats. I’m supposed to watch, as the machine stops, as her breathing slows until that line goes flat. I’m supposed to sit there and watch, as my present and future drift off with her?”