Chapter 122

"DOCTOR....THE VITAL SIGNS ARE DETERIORATING....." a feminine voice screamed while running up and down.

"Wh-what??? That's not a good sign. Tell me....heart rate??" A male voice sounded shocked and sure that was the doctor.

"Heart rate is down to 70 beats per minute....and her respiratory rate is 27 breaths...."

"Oh no....what's the chest's percussion note???"

"Stonydull doctor....and on auscultation....all I hear are muffled heart sounds...." Another nurse reported.

"...and her heartbeat's irregular. I think she's having an atrial fibrillation....."

"Bring the electrodes fast....." The doctor demanded as he exposed my chest. I have no idea what he did but I could feel two electric rodes hit my skin and I'd rise off the bed and fall back.

He did it for a couple of times until a word from one of his assistants.

"The hearts beating doctor....it's regular....." He screamed and seemed relieved.

"Up the voltage.....NOW!!!" he demanded not seeming satisfied.

"What?? But her heart is beating....how can we----"

"Just do it!!!!" He screamed.

Immediately, I felt a painful sensation on my forehead and I raised my hand to reach it.

"Nurse ...call the anaesthetist...the patient is waking up!!!!" The doctor screamed in despair. Was I dying??

I opened my eyes to look at his face and all I could see was Drake's face...

"Oh No....." I yelped in fright. "Angela....??Ange----" My statement trailed off after a mask was secured to cover my nose and mouth making me breathe in an awful scent.

In less than a second I felt my vision become blurred and I couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

I could hear them talk to me but I didn't understand exactly what they were saying. It all became muffled by the second until I couldn't hear anything anymore.

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The sound of a grass trimmer echoed in my ears following the smell of freshly cut glass through the whistling trees.

I yawned and turned to the otherside slowly opening my eyes. The sun was shining and from the look of it, it seemed to be afternoon.A gentle breeze was blowing and swaying the curtains, making them dance in the rhythmic whistles.

I closed my eyes again but awful memories of a gunshots and a collapsing building shook me to awaken. I quickly sat up like in a dream and breathed deeply.

I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and while laying it back on the bed, it landed on something furry.

I screeched only to find a white German shepherd. Who's dog was this?? I wondered but instead, I ended up carrying it in my hands.

It was so fluffy and cute and warm.

"I'll name you Cloud...." I hugged it and kissed its head before putting it next to me and climbing down the bed. I walked to the window and saw how beautiful the surrounding looked. There was a garden outside with very lovely fruits instead of flowers. Who's house was this?? I wondered.

My apartment certainly didn't have this view behind it. What's going on..? Where am I?

I turned around and looked at the sheets. Satin. That wasn't my taste nor was it Adams.

This room.... whose was it? It's....Full!

"Oh...you're awake ...." Adams voice called from behind me and I turned around to look at him. He was standing there looking like Gabriel. His intense gaze held mine, willing me to believe. I pulled in a shaky breath. Each second, he'd say something and my heart would know exactly what he was saying. This second, then another, then another, until I believed all the time. I closed her eyes and opened my arms for him. I knew how much he was worried about me and I wanted to show him that I trust in him and in us. We are an ongoing mission and not even death can steal me away from him. Using his hold on my wrist, he drew me closer, leaned down to rest his head on my shoulder and pulled me against him.

"You're awake....." his voice trembled and shivered as he held me close. I could feel the vibrations of his voice from his back and all over him.

"I missed you too...." I replied even though he didn't say it, I felt it.

"Elly....", he broke the hug and touched my face instead. He caressed my cheeks and my eyes and every feature on my face making me giggle.

"Are you really...here???" he asked. I nodded.

"I asked you to call me....." he reminded and I knew I was supposed to before all this.

"Am sorry. I was about to when....someone wrestled me from the back and I...."

"It's alright. Am glad you're okay. I was worried sick...you fell from the fourth storey and landed into a garden. It's a miracle that you're alive Eleanor...that was fatal. And to make it worst, five days ago in the operation theatre, your heart rate was lowering by the second. you weren't responding to any manoeuvre they were doing and your heartbeat was irregular. You drove me insane...they said there was no hope. They shocked you to life and even after surgery you never woke up. They were beginning to suggest you're in a coma but I didn't want to believe that. I just wanted my Eleanor back...." he lowered his head and I could feel tears coming from his eyes.

"You....you would wake up in seconds and all you would say is Angela.....I totally envy her...I totally do... she's the only person you talked of after your seconds of life and you'd go back to an unresponsive state...."

"Sshh....am here now...am right here.....shhhh" I pacified him and led him to sit next to me on a hammock.

He was still crying and I tried my best to get him to calm down. I was about to break the hug and wipe his tears but he refused me.

"Don't....can we stay like this please?? You were out for five days and you're waking up now...I deserve to do this don't I??"

"You do my love...you do.....we will stay like this as long as you want" I replied and rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the moment as well.

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(Hours later)

"What's that??" I asked curiously while getting up from the hammock. We had fallen asleep and I woke up to seeing a bottle on the counter and it looked very different from any usual bottle.

"That's a holy basil concoction...sent to you from your fan club in India. They chose the best plants to make that for you...they say it has antioxidant qualities..."

"Wow.....and...that smell?? What is it??" I asked after I finally noticed the room had a rather odd scent.

"Those are Saint Lazarus incense sticks. They're meant to heal diseases ....uh....and...something to do with spirits I think....." He scratched his head trying to remember whatever it was that he needed to remember.

I shrugged my face and turned around to look at this place. It was so full. Entirely full!

Teddy bears everywhere, balloons, chocolates, snacks and a whole lot of get well soon cards and letters. I've never seen such a vast collection of flowers before in my life and a lot of new cloths. Classic heels, beautiful dinner dresses, exquisite pieces of jewelry and actual paintings of me! Some photo framed my pictures and had them sent over. All of these had the common message on them, get well soon.

My picture was everywhere in my room and almost on everything that it was beginning to freak me out. Various stuffed animals and mug cups some with get well soon messages and some with my face on it, occupied the entire kitchen.

I walked in to get some water but it was not spared either. The fridge was full of indigenous foods from different countries and various snacks and types of porridges. Dumplings of different sorts, braised pork belly, latiao, bhaigan bharta, sausages wrapped on dough and some chapattis and many more. To my advantage, each was in a container and had it's name was written on it on the outside. To my shock though, there were like a hundred containers in the entire fridge and there wasn't any room for water!

I closed it and ....someone actually sent a mini fridge??? It was next to the cooker and it seemed not to have been used. It was New! I peeled the note off and read the message on it.

'A Mini Fridge for ice, water, and juice is a thoughtful and practical post-op surgery. Get well soon Eleanor'

Wow. I really did not see this coming.

When I went to the living room, get well soon sloths had taken most of the space and I couldn't believe just about what was going on.

Just then, Lauren was coming in and she walked in with an entire set of cartons which she said were from yet another Eleanor fan club in Columbia that was shipped for me.

"Oh God..." I threw myself on the couch only to sit on something hard which I found to be more get well soon cards. Some were from my fan clubs in Seoul, Korea, Dubai UAE, Iceland, Ireland and as far as Malawi in Africa.

"If you think this is too much, you wouldn't have liked how it looked two days ago when you were hospitalised. There was literally no space to step on...." Lauren smiled as she sat down near me.

"How are you???" She asked and I nodded seating back on the chair.

"Am fine....am very fine....." I replied and immediately felt my new furry friend squeezing himself on my feet.

I smiled and carried him onto my lap.

"What did you name him??" She asked.

"Cloud...." I replied running my fingers in his fur.

"Don't even ask where he came from. That's pretty obvious huh???" she asked and I smiled knowing exactly everything. I was still running my fingers all around him when he muffled into a ball and stretched his legs.

"Oh I see you like that huh...???" I joked and bumped his forehead against mine.

"You're a fighter Eleanor.....",Lauren broke the silence as pushed my hair behind my ear. I looked at her not knowing what to say or what to do.

"Fighter??? I don't know about but...am just happy I do what I do and did what I did ...." I gasped after a sensation of pricking needles raided my forehead. I immediately put Cloud down and rested my head on a pillow

"What's wrong?? Do you want me to call the doctor?? You know there's a special line that has been created specifically for you...by public demand....", She wiggled her eyebrows and I looked at her funny.

"Special line?? For me??" I asked completely shocked. A lot has happened since I passed out. A whole lot.