Promise You Will Never Leave

...Kati POV...

We are on our way back to the cabin. It is an early start; there are so many things we have to get through today. I have been looking forward to coming back here, not so much to see Dr. Wilson, but the peace and quiet away from the hustle of the city. Last night was magical; I have never felt so close to him in all the time that we have been together. I do believe from here on end, things will only get better. Sebastian is my life; I cannot wait for us to start this new adventure together, and believe me; we have traveled quite a few roads.

And before we travel this one, we stop and grab a coffee from the very same shop as we did last time. It is as if we are doing this again, but this time we are doing it better. After we get into the car, he looks at me with those gentle eyes, "Do you wanna get some rest? I will wake you up when we close?

I chuckle at him, "And risk you crying again?"

"Hey, it was only that one time."

"No, it was not."

He lays his hand gently on my arm, and with the gentlest voice, he says to me, "You just like teasing me."

"It is only because you are too easy to tease."

After finishing our coffee, we get ready to hit the road. As he brings the car to a roaring start, I look at my watch, "What time will we make it to Dr. Wilson?"

"Just after lunch."

I have been better for a while now, the vomiting has stopped, and the pain is almost completely gone. I feel wonderful; I feel healthy. Six months later, my body is healed, and I am no longer going to die. 

If it were not for this man sitting next to me with that boyish smile on his face, the man I love, I would not have made it out alive. If he did not keep on pushing me to see the doctor, we would have never have known the truth. He has been the driving force behind everything that I have done since then. He has shown me how to live, but most importantly, he has shown me to love. I can, in all honesty, say that I shall go to the end of the world for him if I ever need to. Life with him is beyond any word can describe; life without him shall be something that I will never survive. We have each other, and only each other for the rest of our lives. I cannot wait for the day that I become his wife.

And one thing that we do share is we know each other better than anybody else. What I have not noticed is that he has been staring at me for some time now. "You are thinking again."

"Who says I am thinking?"

"You said half of it out loud."

  I gasp as I cover my mouth, "I did not! There is no way. Really, did I?"

"Who is easy to tease now."

But whether I was thinking out loud, there are so many questions that still haunt me to this day, and I guess you can say that there are things that have been left unspoken. I have been so caught up in my life, in getting better that I never stopped to think how he really felt. "Can I ask you something?"

"Do I need to sit down for this?"

"You are already sitting."

"What is straining your brain so much?"

I put my hand gently on his leg; I need for him to know that I am really sincere by asking this. What he says does matter. "Tell me, how did you make it?"

He furrows his brows and cocks his head. "Make what?" he asks. 

"The past six months, how did you get through it?"

There is a little cheeky smile that just screams Sebastian; it is forming a the corner of his mouth. He knows exactly what I am talking about; he just does not like to share his feelings. So he does what he does best, see the humor behind it. It is without hesitation that the words roll off his tongue. "Lots of sex, way too much crying, and an abundance of you."

"Sebastian!" Well, I did not quite have that in mind. But wait, he is not yet done.

"I love it when you scream my name."

"Sebastian!" Is my very same reaction to his answer, but this man is shameless.

"Carry on like that, and I will stop next to the road."

I burst out in a deep laughter, "You are impossible!" I slap him playfully on the shoulder. I am happy and grateful for him to do this with me again; it just proves that he loves and gives unconditionally.

Without him, I would be falling apart right now. I am still quite nervous about what Dr. Wilson is going to say after we do tests, but I am very hopeful it is going to be all good. I have faith that we have beat this illness.

So we make the drive further in silence. The closer we get to the hospital, the more I am on my nerves. I hate hospitals; just being in them makes me feel sick. The only reason I go is because it gives Sebastian the peace of mind and the certainty that this will stay for the better.

These thoughts keep my mind in turmoil; as I lift my head up to stare out the window, I see it, Sebastian is looking at me; he is not focusing on the road.

"Sebastian, watch out!"

"Kati!" 

He takes his arm and places it in front of my chest as if he is trying to shield me. It is as if he is protecting me. But it is too late.

We hit the deer head-on. There is a screeching of tires. There is a loud thud. The car flips into the air. It tumbles over and over. The world is spinning. Sand and grass are flying everywhere. There is a distinct smell of gasoline. The car is out of control. Then it stops. 

I grab my head. There is a shock that waves through my body. I seem to be fine. I have no pain. Nothing feels broken. I am not bleeding. I sigh in relief.

I look over at Sebastian. He is not moving. There is blood. There is so much blood. I cannot see where it is coming from. I call his name. There is no answer. I shake him. He does not respond. I try to find his pulse. I feel nothing. There is nothing. He is not responding.

It comes faster than a crashing wave over my body, "Sebastian!"

The pain knocks my breath away, and I cannot breathe, "Sebastian!" I shake him harder than I have ever shaken anyone in my life ever before.

"Sebastian, Please wakeup!" My words mean nothing. He is not moving. He is slumped over the steering wheel. The windscreen is shattered into pieces. There is so much blood. 

I beg, and I beg, and I plead, I say the words over and over, "Please, please, please, please wake up!"

There is a deafening silence; the world has stopped. There is nothing but horror. My words are stuttering; I am totally lost; my world is shattered in pieces. Why is he not waking up? Why is he not breathing?

"Sebastian! You cannot leave me! You promised that you would never leave me. Come back! You can't go! Don't leave me, please, please. Sebastian, please wake up!"

I jump out of the car and run to his side. I open the door and try to pull him out. He is stuck. He is not moving. There is blood everywhere. Where is all the blood coming from?"

I check his pulse again. Nothing. I place my ear over his mouth. He is still not breathing.

"Sebastian!"

Then I hear it for the first time. There is a woman screaming. But there is nobody here. It is me. It is me that is screaming. Why is Sebastian not listening?

Then it comes to me. I need to phone an ambulance. Why have I not called the ambulance? How can I be so stupid? But I do not even know the number. I don't have the number of the hospital. I need to phone Dr. Wilson.

"Hi, Kati."

I don't give him time to talk. I ramble my words. He cannot hear what I am saying. I am crying too much. I cannot speak.

"Dr. Wilson, please send an ambulance; we had an accident; Sebastian is not moving."

"Where are you?"

"The road to the hospital."

I drop my phone and run back to get into the car. I sit, and I hold him tightly. I squeeze him real hard hoping that he will wake up. But he does not move. There is so much blood.

My body is shaking out of control now; I cannot stop crying. I am screaming so loud, but there is nobody to hear us. "Please, Sebastian, please don't die."

The ambulance gets here in little than fifteen minutes; they struggle to get him out of the car. For a few good minutes, they try, and they try really damn hard. Then finally, they get him out. He still does not move. 

The ambulance guy rushes to get him in the back of the ambulance. '

He looks to me, "Miss, are you coming?" 

I am still standing there in disbelief. This cannot be happening.

"Miss, we must go, or else he is not going to make it.

As I get into the ambulance, my body crashes to the floor and I hold onto his hand, "Sebastian, please don't leave me. You promised."