Chapter 47: Come Back

Fahami's POV:

Up until now, I didn't know I had this feeling for him deep inside my heart. I didn't know I could ever feel something like this for him, but I was feeling. When I saw that person lying on that bed, fighting for his life, I just wanted to jump on him and embrace him and tell him, 'Come back to me, please. I am ready to give it another chance. Please, give us another chance. Let me fight for you, let me love you, let me cherish our time together. I don't want to lose you, I am not ready.'

This feeling was not the same feeling that I felt when Nabil was brutally hurt. No, this felt equally strong but a thousand times different.

Oh, God! Why was I so stupid? Why couldn't I recognize this feeling before? Why was I so blind and didn't want to notice this feeling? Why was I so stupid that I couldn't even recognize it when he kissed me? Was I that much blind and fool? Or was it because I lost one brother and I wanted another one desperately? But Taesung never took Nabil's place. I still loved both of them, but no one took each other's place. I was so caught up in my own world, in my own beliefs, that I kept myself nescient about my feelings toward this man.

The small glass of the door was the only source for me to see him. Oh, how much I wanted to reach and touch him. Feel him under my hand and tell myself, ' He is real.'

I bit my knuckles to muffle my sobs. It was damn hard to not reach for him and hold on to him. I missed him, so much that it felt I was hurting.

' Please come back.'

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It had been seventy hours since his surgery. The doctor said that he had a head injury but no major damage, but he still had to undergo surgery. The doctor also said that he should regain consciousness within seventy-two hours. His left arm was broken and several parts of his body were injured. They hope there will be no big loss.

Still, I couldn't remain calm. I was worried, what if he didn't regain consciousness? What if he had more damage than the doctors were assuming? My heart wasn't getting any peace, with each second, it became more restless.

' Please, Open your eyes.'

I was getting restless, it had been seventy-two hours, and he still didn't open his eyes. I was pacing in front of his room and praying to God, to not take him from me. I wouldn't be able to tolerate another loss.

It was then I noticed the doctor coming this way. I ran to him and said, "It had been seventy-two hours, why haven't he opened his eyes? He should have opened his eyes by now."

The doctor looked at me in pity, "Look Ms. I understand your situation but sometimes, patients take more than seventy-two hours, or sometimes they take less than seventy-two hours. We have to keep patience. He will open his eyes soon. Don't cry, he will be alright. Let's check on him, okay?"

It was easy for him to say, but hard for me to accept. I just wished my fear didn't come true. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to him, knowing that a part of this whole accident was me.

The doctor checked the vitals and talked with the nurse about important things, but I couldn't pay attention to them. The boy lying on the bed consumed every bit of it. He looked pale, bruised. The hospital room's surroundings and color made it even depressing.

The doctor turned toward me and gave me an assuring smile, "Don't worry too much. He is alright. He will open his eyes in few minutes or hours. Just, have faith, alright?"

I exhaled a breath I was holding, "Doctor, I am worried, what if he....." It was hard for me to utter the words, "What if he doesn't regain his consciousness, what if he gets into coma?"

My whole body was practically shaking due to the mental stress. The doctor smiled at me and said, "You're thinking too much. I get it though, seeing a near one unconscious is hard for you. But fear not, every thing will be alright. Just wait a bit longer."

I nodded, "Can I stay here with him?" I instantly wiped the tears rolling down my face, "I promise, I won't make noise."

I looked up at him, waiting for his reply. The middle-aged doctor seemed to understand my desperation and granted my will by nodding his head. "Sure. Call me if you see him moving his toes or fingers, okay?"

I was taking a deep breath, "Yeah, I will."

The doctor smiled at me for one last time and left. I sat down on a chair next to his bed, and took his hand. His hand wasn't warm like before, it was a bit cold, but he was alive. And that was a lot for me. Lot's bad staffs could have happened, but God gave us another chance, to undo my mistake.

I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, ' Come back to me, I promise, we will try.'

The time didn't want to pass. I was eagerly waiting for his response, I was checking his fingers and toes frequently, but there was nothing.

I sighed and told myself to stay strong. I felt so lonely right now, so vulnerable, that I wished I had someone right now to rely on. I felt so helpless that I wished I had a shoulder to cry on.

My whole body was screaming for relief. I was so exhausted, mentally and physically, that I didn't remember when I dozed off.

I woke up when I felt a hand squeezing mine. I jumped when I felt the movement, ' He regained his consciousness.'

I was shaking because of excitement, "T-taesung!"

He looked at me with yearning in his beautiful eyes. Oh, God! I missed him so much!

"Taesung, can you hear me?" My voice was shaking.

He didn't nod, didn't say a single thing. He just stared at me, as if he hadn't seen me in years.

I was getting anxious, "Please talk to me." And I was begging to him.

Tears rolled down his temple. Didn't he know, I couldn't stand his pain, his sorrows.

His hold on my hand tightened, "Noona." He said in barely audible voice.

That was it! That broke my mental dame and I let go of my pain. I sobbed loudly. I missed him, I missed him calling me 'Noona', I missed his everything!

I brought our joined hands near my mouth and kissed his hand, "I-i am so sorry!"