Liberoses
#21: Panic
Davila turned to Grace who was beginning to lose her consciousness. Eyes rounded.
“Grace!”
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Davila's out of her mind. He continued to accelerate his car, stepping on the pedal as if he was chased by a death angel.
His brain can't work. There was only one name in his brain.
Grace.
Davila stepped on her brakes when she reached the ER one of the best hospitals in Los Angeles.
Quickly, the man opened his car door, held Grace and laid her body on the mattress provided.
The medics quickly moved, pushing the mattress towards a special examination site.
Davila stared at the officer's departure in silence. His breathing is irregular.
“Master,” Hans was standing behind the guy, Davila turned to find Hans trying to normalize his breathing, the guy also worked hard to follow Davila who was driving like an equalizer.
“Master also needs—treatment.” Hans said, Davila raised one eyebrow not understanding.
“Hand Master,” Hans said, understanding Davila's confused view. The Light Blonde-haired man turned his head, sure enough his hands were bleeding quite badly.
“It looks like it was because the chain accidentally scratched master,”
Davila looked at his hand. He didn't notice it, he didn't even feel the slightest pain. Hans was about to drive her to the other room but Davila refused. The guy prefers to accompany Grace. And Hans can't force it.
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Davila rubbed Grace's hand. The hand was now pale and cold, not as usual.
The guy pulls a blanket to cover Grace's body to the limit of her neck. Davila took a short breath.
“Sorry.” Mumbled slowly. She tidied up Grace's slightly messy hair.
In his life, Davila always put his loved ones in danger. Always was.
Alyn was once nearly kidnapped, with the same motive. Of money. Davila sometimes felt that the development of his company was a disaster. Every company that wins a lot of rewards is bound to be something bad about to happen.
Davila rubs Grace's cheek. There are still traces of redness there, the former slap that was done repeatedly. The guy brought his lips closer to Grace's left cheek.
Kissing her softly, though she knows Grace won't notice.
“Do not go,” Og Davila. Begging like a child to be given candy by his mother.
Davila knew Grace would come back to life as before. The nurses said the girl was exhausted, and Shock. Sure oes. That's very reasonable.
Davila looked at Grace's face. It is very different when the lips become pale and do not give off scolding, or screeches.
Davila took the phone out of her pocket. The phone that I don't know how many times it's been vibrated.
The guy frowned, seeing the contact with the name ‘Mama’ called him. For a few seconds he was silent before then alluding to himself. How could she forget to tell Mama that she and Grace are not coming home tonight? Davila Poor.
“Halo, ma?” Davila stepped up, slightly away and stood behind the window of the room.
“Davila, where are you? Why aren't you the same Grace back? You guys don't papa, do you?” Mama asked, very clear that the woman was anxious.
“Why? Any more work?”
“Neg. I'm in the hospital again, I'm not coming home today, and maybe a few days ahead.”
“Who is in the hospital? You sick? Grace where?”
“Grace treated. I'm here to get him. Mama gausah worried, she soybean.” Davila said, turning to Grace who was still unconscious as well.
“Grace why? Why soybean?” Her mother sounded panicked, Davila rubbed her face, dizzy.
“Grace no papa. Mama is panicking. I'm here, nemenin Grace. Cepet sleep ma, Good Night.” Davila turned off the phone. Then put the phone in the mouth.
His eyes were full of Grace's face.
His lips that were always natural pink now paled, his usually white skin radiant now paled, as well as his eyes that were usually sparkling happily were now closed.
Davila rubbed Grace's hair slowly.
“Get Well Soon, Graciliya.” Lirih Davila slowly. That tone made the heart hit.
“There goes my heart beating
Cause you are the reason
I'm losing my sleep
Please come back now
There goes my mind racing
And you are the reason.”
Davila rubbed Grace's cheeks gently. He moved kissed Grace's forehead gently.
“I'd climb every mountain
Swim every ocean
Just to be with you
Fix what I've broken
Oh, cause I need you to see
That you are the reason,”
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The morning began to come. The sun began to rise from the eastern horizon, greeting every inhabitant of the earth with its warm rays, not least two people who are now in a VVIP hospital room.
Davila fell asleep, dropping her head on the edge of the wide mattress with her hand still clutching Grace's hand tightly. As if he didn't want the girl to leave even a minute away from him.
Slowly Grace's eyelids moved, trying to open her eyes slowly.
The girl pegged when she found out about Davila.
The guy waited for him all night.
