Chapter 12 - Trevor

The moment we touched, I got these flashes of our night together.

I've never seen you before. Who are you?

Trevor...

"Amabel..." he says with surprise in his voice. Oh crap! He remembered my name...

"Trevor?" I instantly got lost in his eyes again. But then I remember... Mom...

I turn around and rush further and when I get outside I look for a cab. "Hey, are you okay?" Such a sweet voice. It's him. I turn to face him, trying to keep my tears in my eyes. "I have to get to the hospital. We'll talk later. If we see each other again."

He touched my arm and I immediately locked eyes with him. It's like a magnet. "Let me take you." That's it. I started crying, but I didn't care how I would get to the hospital, I just needed to get there. "Okay, thank you."

He whistles and someone comes with a car. No scratch that... Is that a... Bugatti La Voiture Noire? In black? This will get me to the hospital in no time.

He opens the passenger seat to me and helps me in. The smell of leather seats enters my nose. This car is brand new. Trevor gets in the driver's seat and takes off. The speed of this car is incredible. The sound of the engine is mesmerising and gives me chills all over.

The flashing lights pass us by and I spot a family coming out of a restaurant. I instantly become overwhelmed by sadness again.

Once we got to the hospital I ran inside, leaving Trevor in the car. As I'm running everything happens in slow motion. I see Laurel trying to stop me from getting to Mom's room. But I run anyway.

I see the doctors in her room. "Charge to 250... Ready... Clear!"

I lose my breath and then... The steady sound of her heart still beating. Closing my eyes, this overwhelming feeling of Thank heaven. I went inside the room as the doctors came out. "You must be Miss Avery?" Doctor Fields asked. He's wearing a white vest and blue tie and his doctor's coat over it.

It's like his blue eyes are trying to tell me something but his lips take over. "Amabel, this was very close. I really don't know how much time she has left, but I think you need to start preparing yourself for the worst. We're doing everything we can to help her. Your mother is a very strong woman. I know she'll keep fighting." He says and then squeezes my shoulder with comfort and then leaves with the rest of the nurses and doctors.

"Bells, I am tired. And as much as I would like to keep fighting, it's exhausting me. I don't have any more strength left to fight. Hope is a useless four letter word..."

Mom's words stings me in my heart.

I slowly and silently go into her room and find her asleep. She really looks like she's not here anymore. I sat next to her bed and took her hand in mine. "Mom, I don't know if you can hear me, but please hold on. I know I'm being selfish, but I don't want you to go. I need you. I need you to keep fighting, to get better. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. I need my mom to come back to me."

I cry into her hand and after a few minutes Laurel comes in with...

Trevor...

"Hey," Laurel says. "How is she?"

I sniff and wipe my tears away in embarrassment. "She's stable. I just don't know how long she has. Doctor Fields told me."

Trevor just stands there and doesn't say a word. All he does is stare at me with sympathy. "Amabel, this guy said he came in with you. I told him to wait in the waiting room, but he insisted."

I swallow hard and answer, "It's okay. Thanks Laurel." She nods her head and then takes off, silently closing the door.

I keep my eyes on Mom as I spot Trevor taking a seat next to me. Why is he staying here? Doesn't he have something better to do than watch a poor girl holding and pulling her mother to stay alive? I shouldn't be like this. I should appreciate any comfort I can get. No matter who they are.

"Thanks for bringing me, but you can go."

I expected him to go and I didn't want him to. But instead he stays. He looks at me and then he takes my hand in his. My hands are ice cold, but warms up in his embrace. "Thanks," I say. I shiver under his touch. He takes off his jacket and pulls it over my shoulders.

With no control over my body I lean into his touch. He doesn't even try to get away, instead he holds me in his arms and I lay my head on his shoulder. What surprised me the most was how comfortable I was, even though I only met him once, but the way he rested his head against mine, made me feel warmer.