Best Defense

Devastated

...Sean Danial Warner POV's....

I walked back and forth in front of the operating room. Waiting with a feeling of being filled with fear with the possibility that will happen. "Franda, don't leave me." I said with regret. If I hadn't been to the hospital, it wouldn't have been like this. I can definitely prevent him before he hurts himself. Oh, my God, please don't take him away from me."

My whole body was still shaking when the operating room door opened and a doctor just came out. "How's my wife doing?" many rush.

The doctor looked down and breathed. "She lost too much blood and it caused her to go into hypovolemic shock..."

"Can you get to the point? How's he doing now?" cut me. I don't want to hear an explanation that will only make me dizzy. The doctor breathed again.

"He's in a coma."

Instantly, my breath was blocked. I don't know how many times I felt my heart stop beating and I froze. The doctor's words left me dazed and caught up in the strange thoughts I feared. Never have I felt this broken in life, not even this bad when I saw my father die. It hurts more than anything, it's more torturous than even the severed realities. I'm not ready to face today, and I won't be ready until anytime.

For a moment I let myself dissolve into heartbreaking sadness, I cried and permeated all the broken feelings that hit me, piercing all the way to my heart. Letting all those hits strike me, and then I got up. With both hands clenched firmly on both sides of my body, I rushed towards Mia's treatment room.

I opened the door violently until it made some people inside flinch and stare confusedly at me. But I ignored them. My eyes were fixed on Mia who was half lying in the hospital bed, looking at her sharply, filled with hatred. But he looked relaxed, too relaxed for someone to cause trouble, and watching him like that made me even more eager to kill him this second as well.

My feet quickly invaded it, but I had not yet reached it, my body was held by Edward. "Take me off, John! I want to kill that damn woman, I'll make her regret that I dared to bother my wife." I tried to get away from Edward and reach out to Mia with my hand, but I was unsuccessful because someone else pulled my body back.

"Calm down, Sean. We can talk about it all right."

I nodded and turned to look at Edward. "You wouldn't say that if you saw Franda now. This damn woman made Franda hurt herself, John. Franda tried to kill himself and now he's in a coma. Coma franda, John. Oh my..." I glanced at Mia again, her face suddenly pale.

His lips opened wide, gawked, and glared at me. "What did you tell him, Mia?" I asked, begging him to answer me immediately.

Mia gasp. "I-i..."

"You what? What's your problem exactly? Quickly tell me, what made her do that, because Franda had been different since yesterday after she met you?" I murmured impatiently.

Mia fell silent and cried. "I'm sorry." she snored between her cries. Makes me hate him even more.

I forced my body back from Edward but he kept me. "Take me off, John. I have to teach him a lesson."

"No." - sergeant Edward.

I snorted, then grinned at him. "Why? Is it because Franda's not your real sister?" I said cynically.

"Then let me ask him. I want to hear the explanation." I looked at Mia again. She was still crying, both her hands were cupped in her face, her body was trembling, and she was sobbing. "Speak, Mia." I said desperately.

Mia raised her head, and when she returned my gaze, she gulped. "I'm sorry" he said sounding earnest. "I didn't know that Panda really did it."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Mia took a deep breath and trembled, then grabbed her phone from the nightstand and handed it to me. I moved forward to receive her phone, and suddenly I felt a tightness again. What I saw on Mia's phone answered everything. Franda killed herself because of Mia.

I swore loudly and slammed the phone to pieces. "Listen, Mia. If Franda dies, then you too will die at my hands." I threatened, and I would actually do it.

Mia nodded, she lowered her head, not daring to look at me. "I'm sorry. Yesterday I felt cornered because he left me." he muttered as he rubbed his face with his trembling hands

"Franda never meant that, Mia. You don't know how he thinks about you every day to the point that he forgets to think about himself. You don't know how Franda worries about you, she desperately tries to make you happy because she realizes that she's already taken away your parents' love. Franda wants to repay all their kindness by obeying all your will. Franda loves you more than anyone." I said in a fiery reply.

Everyone is silent.

"Do you know what he said to me after we got home from the hospital? He feels guilty for not being able to take care of you, he regrets not paying attention to you. Franda was crying like a doormat, blaming herself for letting you drink that night. He even regretted saying you weren't his brother even though he didn't really say it. Franda cursed herself for your stupidity, Mia."

I hit the wall with all my might until my hand bled, no matter how Edward and Dave tried to stop me while Mia screamed in fear. I beat blindly, allowed the pain to puncture my bones, and felt frustrated at the circumstances I had to deal with.

"South." I stopped, turned to look at the sounding Edward while holding my body from behind.

"Why, John? I wanted to destroy your sister, but you wouldn't let her. So, let me take it out on the others." I hit the wall again until it felt like my bones were being crushed and the blood was continuing to fill the wall, contrasting it with its pure white color.

I vented out my anger, threw away all my broken feelings through my hands, and hoped that after this I would feel better even though I knew it was impossible. I won't feel good until I see Franda smiling at me.

"Frand..." I cried while hitting the wall. Leaving the pain in my hands, what else should I care about, I just want to blow away all my anger. I screamed for Franda while I knew she wouldn't hear me.

Everything I feared had happened. There was no choice after this, Franda woke up or not, both of them were equally troublesome. If he realizes, of course I am grateful, but there is a possibility that our lives will get worse. Franda won't heal easily this time, and I can only hope that she is able to handle it. And if he really leaves me, my God.

People won't know how fragile her soul is, won't know how troubled Franda is, won't know how much she's still overshadowed by her painful past, because only I've seen her suffer. I was the one who continued to be beside him and watched how he stared blankly at me.

Why do you have to test me so hard, God?... Please, help me, wake him up, and give him back to me. I need it until I feel like I'm going crazy if he's not around me. Please, God. You can take the others from me, but not Franda. I really can't afford to lose it. If you take it, what about me? What about Ben? We still need him. Please, give him back.