My eyes felt impossible to open like it was glued together with something that is now burning it from the inside. I could neither see nor move. I couldn't even speak or make any body gestures.
"Zendeya?" Someone touched my hands with their warm fingers. "Can you hear me Zen?" the voice was feminine and kind. It sounded like it was an echo from a very far empty distance.
"You've got to get up already princess"
"Your husband is here to see you again " she said and I couldn't feel her fingers on me anymore.
I have a husband? that sounded wrong
I tried to picture his face in my head but it was blank.
What the hell happened to me?
"I'm sorry but she's still not responding yet. She probably might not survive this" the female voice sighed.
I felt like screaming at her , like telling her I was awake, healthy - probably, and Alive! But my mouth wasn't bugging. It just won't open for the voice to escape .
"Three months in the hospital for heavens sake and she's still won't wake up? Your sister is such a pain in the ass, how the hell did I end up marrying her instead of you?" A man's voice rang out, it was hard and commanding.
"I'd say she's recovering though, I noticed her eyes are moving for some days now and look there is no oxygen, she's able to breath on her own. Her brain might not be totally damaged yet "
"Then she should have woken up by now. Keeping her in VIP room for this long isn't a joke on my finances you know that right?"
"I know. But we have to give her some more time. There's even a Chance that she can hear us now. We are not giving up on her yet" a different voice, probably the nurse assured.
"Really?" He sounded curious and apart from the pitter patter of his footsteps everywhere was dead silent.
I heard him clear his voice and soon his breathing came down to my ear. " Honey, you've got to wake up now. I have waited soo long. Every day I feel the heavens are punishing me for my wrongdoings whenever I look at you in this helpless state so please wake up. I miss you"
his voice didn't bring any image to me. I can't just recall his height or his hair style, his cologne was quite familiar though but it was clouded with the stench of cigarettes.
He then flicked his finger twice like he was giving out a signal.
"How long will this go on? How long exactly would I live without my wife?" He asked his cologne slightly getting less stronger.
"These things take time. No one can say for sure. You just need to emotionally support her. If she feels much loved, it would help her recover quickly. However there is chances of her loosing all her memories "
My breath seized!
No freaking way! The puzzle is coming together now. Have I really lost all of my memories? What the hell could have happened to me?
"Don't even go there. She can't lose her memory. You said the surgery was successful so why the hell will her memory be lost? She wasn't even shot in the head, how could someone be so weak? " His voice was firm and sharp. He must be as Suprised as I am.
"Zendeya" he must have bent again to my ear since his voice became clear and impatient again. " I have always known you to be a fighter. This little disaster won't change who you are so please. Just fight and stay alive atleast. I promise to treat you well"
With every ounce of strength in me, I tried to move. At least to comfort the man that's broken because of my state. But I couldn't. It was as if I was glued to the hospital bed.
"Nurse. I don't see any reason why I can't take my wife home. I will hire the best doctor even if I have to go across nations . They would take care of her, nurses , whatever. We've got quite a large house that could even contain live - in nurses. Gosh! Let me see the doctor "
"I will let Dr. Stephen know once he gets back. He is in an important meeting right now. And I think we all should give her some time. She needs to rest too" I guess it was the nurse speaking now.
"She's being resting for three fucking months isn't that quite a enough rest? ..."
"We've heard you. We will leave as soon as possible but how can I possibly survive without my sister for another month? Her husband just also wants her by his side" my supposed sister's voice interrupted as if trying to hold my husband's anger.
I perfectly understand how frustrated this could be.
"Cut!" Another voice rang. " Sir, this is enough to convince the public that you still care for her. Nice acting Bianca, you should be a real actress yourself"
My breath hitched and I wondered in confusion what part of this whole situation did I hallucinate.
"Good" my husband voice sounded satisfied "make sure all the news channels get it and edit the unnecessary part. Do your thing Isaac and Make it come out perfect!"
"Alright boss"
"Y'all can leave us now" he ordered.
Once I heard the door close, the sound of glass chattering noisily at the floor filled and taunted my ears with sharp pain.
"Fuck! I am loosing it!"
"You will really lose it if she eventually wakes up. Did I not suggest we kill her already? I mean, my sister has been a vegetable for the past three months but you keep giving excuses. Don't tell me you love zendeya?"
" Who's talking about love? I just need her alive. Look Bianca, Your father might be filthy rich but trust me, you have no fucking idea who zendeya's mother is, do you think I married her because of that tiny little money business deal? If you do, then you are wrong. I plan to be her perfect prince charming and find her mother then..."
"Then what? Elias, we have been fucking each other for the past three months. I even consummated your marriage on behalf of my sister but you are going to treat me like trash! What will happen to us?"
Elias sighed " You worry a lot baby, I wasn't planning to abandon you . I just need her to trust me enough so I can keep all of that wealth for us and our baby"
I felt tears dropping uncountably from the corners of my eyes. It's bad enough that I don't remember any shit but must this be the first thing I hear after three months in coma?
" Gosh, what if she doesn't wake up? God! I need a cigarette " Bianca said and started to pace around.
"Mind what you say Bianca, She has the best doctor in the country, they would cough out all the money we have invested if anything should happen to her. "
"I just honestly hope that she doesn't remember anything when she wakes up"
"Well the doctor already confirmed she wouldn't. We are quiet lucky I got her to the hospital before she died. "
"Damn lucky! Holy shit. What would have happened." My sister said in frustration.
After a few moments, a soft giggle broke the silence, it was light and teasing, followed by a slow, breathy moan.
"Mr. Axel, you are such a bad man… making me moan right in front of my sister." Bianca's voice was sultry, dripping with amusement and wicked pleasure.
"Good thing she's unconscious." His voice was deep, "I paid for a VIP room for this. So we could always make use of that long couch."
There was a rustle of fabric, like they really had the guts to b pulling their clothes right in front of me.
"Ugh… take it slow," Bianca whimpered, her voice thick with pleasure.
"Beg me," he demanded, his voice filled with control.
"Please…" she moaned, but instead of mercy, his response was a sharp, rhythmic movement. Something I couldn't deny was him thrusting his cock faster in her.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, paired with Bianca's breathy gasps. The low, guttural growls from Axel sent a shudder down my spine. I could hear everything, the rustling sheets, the soft creaks of the couch, the wet, sinful noises that painted vivid images in my mind. My heart pounded violently in my chest.
"I know you want all of me, little slut," Axel groaned, his voice rough and possessive.
I wanted to scream, to make them stop, to block out the obscene sounds that were violating my ears. But I was trapped in this unyielding prison of my own body, unable to move, unable to speak.
The moans grew louder, the pace faster, and I could do nothing but lay there, helpless, forced to listen as my sister surrendered herself completely to a man that should be my husband.
There was no freaking way I could cover my ears or stop my imaginations from picturing what was going on right beside me.
I had so many questions I would like to ask at that moment. So many but I was too tired to think about my situation right now, The las
t thing I needed was to allow my head explode with pain.
They didn't even notice the sound from my ECG had changed.