Best Defense

Happy but's...

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

I approached one of the long benches in the front row. Looking at the 'Last Feast' mural painted on the wall behind the altar for quite a long time, I suddenly felt unsure of what I was going to do.

Then I lowered my body and sat down on the long bench. I tried to calm myself down by repeatedly taking a breath, with both hands squeezing uneasily together while looking at the painting. But when I looked down and looked at the front of my shirt filled with Franda's bloodstains, I knew why I had come to this place.

"I have been a long time since I last spoke to You. So I get it, if you've probably forgotten me."

My emotions were turbulent again and my throat was choked by the pain that was raining down on my chest. My mind was almost paralyzed by fear.

"But if you remember me, you might know why I'm here." I knelt down with my head up, closed my eyes and cupped my hands on my lap.

"Please, save him."

***

Franda had two surgeries tonight. I waited for six hours outside the operating room in agitation, fear, and panic, while the doctors tried to remove the bullet lodged in his back, as well as performing surgery to repair his torn blood vessels.

Every minute of it felt like a nightmare to me imagining how weak Franda was and the pain she had to endure for saving me. I wish I was the one on the operating table and replacing him withholding all that flavor. But Franda sacrificed herself for me, and there was nothing I could do to change that reality.

It's not at all the end I imagined would happen, even so far from everything I had planned for him, or for both of us. Every second I regretted the decision I made, as well as all the problems that happened in my life had brought him into this situation.

"Sean!"

I looked up and found Edward and Dean walking towards me. They looked anxious, but were not at all surprised to see me, I'm sure Erick or one of his colleagues must have told them about my fake death.

There's not much I can think of at a time like this. I know Edward must be angry because I involved Franda in this case, well, though indirectly but still in the end he had to endure the pain of my actions, and I won't fight if Edward wants to hit. He deserves to be angry and I deserve his punch.

I stood up to greet them. Dean who walked in front hugged me the first time. "I'm grateful you're okay." he muttered softly as he patted my back, there was relief I could catch from his tone.

I just responded with a nod on his shoulder, then I turned to Edward. His gaze looked cold but he still returned my embrace. "How's my brother doing?" tanyanya flat.

Now that I knew that Edward was really mad at me, he had never been this cold before given that I knew him well enough. Of course it's hard for him to accept what happened, and I understand why he's so angry. I was angry at myself for not being able to protect Franda.

I sighed, then shook my head. "They're moving her recovery room, I haven't been able to see her. Doctors said the operation was successful but Franda was still in a coma, and her body reacted slowly to the drugs. I don't know, John, I..."

I moved my body forward and hugged her tightly to express my apology for hurting her sister as well as asking for her support. I closed my eyes, opening up the emotions I had been holding back for these few hours. The heat started running through my face and I felt a little calm as Edward returned my embrace. "I can't lose it, John. I don't know what to do..."

"Mrs. Warner?"

I pulled away from Edward and turned to face someone who called my name, a doctor who had just come out of the recovery room was standing in front of us, still wearing his operating uniform.

"How's the condition?" manya curious.

"His heart rate is a little weak but stable, his response to the drugs is still not very good, but his body does not refuse. He's struggling together.I'm sorry I just had a chance to say, your wife is four weeks pregnant at the moment. So, he's fighting with your son."

Instantly I felt a tremendous pain plunge into my chest. It should have been a happy news, but the fact that I almost lost the two lives I wanted most to be near me was painful. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if one of them couldn't survive.

"Strong female pandas" Edward said, squeezing my shoulder gently. "He'll wake up soon, won't he?" ask the doctor.

"We'll find out after tonight. We still have to monitor his condition to make sure there are no complications or bleeding on the inside."

I gulped and breathed a heavy breath. "Can I see him now?" I said as I stepped forward.

The doctor nodded his head. "Just one person, fifteen minutes, then we'll move him to the isolation room for a while to ensure a more intensive handling procedure. You can meet him for a while." muttered the doctor then gestured for me to follow him into the recovery room.

Franda was lying on the bed, covered in a blanket, a hose fused with his hands to drain the medicines needed by his body. He looked so pale, so fragile, and weak.

I carefully raised one hand, then kissed it and carried it to the side of my face. I held her hand with one hand while the other one rubbed her stomach gently.

I could no longer help myself from crying in front of her. "Back, Franda. Come back to me." I whispered between sobs.

I wish he had opened his eyes and replied to me, but I knew that couldn't have happened, at least for now. He's been through this before, but now I'm the one who caused it all. I still can't believe why I was so mean to her, or why she was so stupid to let herself get hurt to save me.

Some thoughts crossed my head. If I may wish, I want to go back in time when he asked me to leave him. If I knew this would happen, then I would have left it right then and there. At least Franda did not need to endure this kind of pain.

"I'm sorry, Franda. Please, come back to me, baby." I whispered one last time before I left the recovery room.