#135 “So, You still Care about Him.”
In the emergency room corridor, Sophia sat in an emotional tumult, tears cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall. Her heart echoed with prayers for Alexander’s awakening, the weight of guilt and confusion bearing down on her.
The fluorescent lights overhead flickered in rhythm with the uncertainty that gripped her heart.
“He’s engaged to Megan,” Sophia muttered to herself, her eyes fixed on the ground as she replayed the events in her mind. “Why would he risk everything for me?”
The question echoed in her thoughts, a puzzle with no clear solution. The bond between them was tangled, a web of shared history and unresolved feelings. She couldn’t fathom why Alexander, who had moved on to a new chapter of his life, would willingly step back into this chaos.
“He really kept his promises,” Sophia whispered, a bitter smile playing on her lips as her tears fell. The irony of his unwavering commitment to his promises wasn’t lost on her. It was something she had always admired about him.
“But at what cost?” Sophia pondered, her gaze distant. The weight of his sacrifice weighed heavily on her. She hadn’t asked for his involvement, yet here he was, unconscious in hospital, his life hanging in the balance.
Confusion and gratitude intertwined within her. The gratitude stemmed from the undeniable fact that Alexander had indeed kept his promise to be there when she needed him. However, the confusion lingered an enigma that danced on the edges of her understanding.
“He risked his life for me,” Sophia mused, her voice barely audible. The selflessness of his actions stirred a profound sense of gratitude. Yet, the unanswered question lingered in the air, and Sophia couldn’t shake the turmoil within her.
As she wiped away fresh tears, Sophia silently vowed to unravel the mystery once Alexander woke up. She wanted to talk to him and she decided that she would drop everything from the past and talk to him normally.
Evelyn and Sandro rushed into the hospital, the urgency palpable on their faces. Spotting Sophia in the corridor, Evelyn hurried to embrace her.
“Lord Sophia, you’re safe. Lord, I was so scared,” stammered Evelyn, concern etching her features.
She pulled back and looked up at the shaking Sophia to make sure she was okay, but then she noticed the tears in her best friend’s eyes.
“Where’s Alexander?” Evelyn inquired, her intuition piecing together the reason behind Sophia’s tears.
“In the emergency room. He hasn’t woken up, and…” Sophia’s voice trailed off, her composure shattering as fresh waves of grief overwhelmed her.
Evelyn, with genuine concern etched on her face, wrapped Sophia in a careful embrace. Her arms circled Sophia, mindful of the bruises and scratches that adorned her friend’s body like painful memories etched in flesh.
“I had no idea it was this bad, Sophia,” Evelyn murmured softly, her voice a mixture of worry and compassion.
Sophia, her tears flowing freely, leaned into the comforting embrace. The weight of the recent events pressed heavily on her.
“Thank you for being here,” Sophia whispered, her gratitude sincere.
“It’s going to be okay, honey,” Evelyn whispered her words a comforting balm in the face of the storm that had engulfed their lives.
Sophia, feeling the weight of uncertainty, sank into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the hospital. Her nerves were on edge as she awaited news about Alexander.
Sandro sat beside her, his concern palpable in the quietude of the sterile environment. The air itself seemed heavy with the unspoken fear that lingered between them.
Finally, a nurse approached, her brisk footsteps echoing in the sterile corridor. She glanced at her clipboard, then back at Sophia.
“Are you Mr. Stone’s partner?” the nurse asked, her tone professional yet empathetic.
Sophia hesitated for a moment. “I’m his ex-wife.”
The nurse’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. “I see. Well, Mr. Stone is out of immediate danger, but his head injury is quite severe. We’re monitoring him closely, but we can’t predict when he’ll wake up. There’s also a possibility of amnesia.”
Sophia felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. Amnesia? The thought of Alexander not remembering anything sent a pang of sorrow through her. She thanked the nurse, her voice carrying a tremor of emotion.
As the nurse moved away, Sandro cast a curious glance at Sophia. “Ex-wife, huh?”
Sophia nodded, her eyes distant. “Yeah. We were married a long time ago.”
Sandro, always perceptive, observed Sophia’s demeanor. The concern etched on her face was more than just that of a concerned friend. There was a depth of emotion, a connection that went beyond what one might expect from an ex-spouse.
“So, you still care about him,” Sandro stated more than asked, a knowing look in his eyes.
Sophia sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I can’t deny that. Despite everything, he risked his life for me.”
Sandro nodded understandingly. “Well, he’s a lucky man to have someone like you by his side. And who knows, maybe this will be a chance for both of you to clear the air.”
Sophia managed a weak smile, her thoughts still clouded with worry. They lingered in the hospital, awaiting Alexander’s awakening.
