Shael's hands were trembling slowly approaching Ronan's face, "Ronan, please Ronan," his voice soft and quiet.
Ronan was lying in his lap and wasn't moving at all. Shael's eyes clouded and tears started falling like an unexpected rain.
" No, Ronan No please."
He felt thick fluid on his arm under Ronan's head. He slid his arm out to take a look and it was covered in blood.
" No! No!" Shael started screaming frantically, " Please help!" He yelled at the agent who was holding Rael from running as he called an ambulance. Thinking that an ambulance will take time he took the Rael's gun and ran towards Ronan.
Ronan was a sturdy tall man with muscles there was no way Shael could lift him up. His Agent lifted Ronan whose head was swinging in the air, blood dripping onto the pavement as he ran out towards the car. Shael was running along tears dripping with muffled sobs.
They took him to the nearby hospital that was less than ten minutes away. He was taken to the operation room right away. It was a miracle that he was still breathing.
Shael plopped at the floor in front of the operation room and started crying frantically.
" Please take him out," A doctor advised the agent as he walked to the operating room, "Try to comfort him please."
The Agent dragged him away while Shael resisted but his fragile body couldn't lose free from the stronger grip of his agent who used to be in special forces.
But Shael collapsed on the way and lost consciousness, his limp body dangling in agents arms. He was shifted to a bed . He woke up three times only to lose consciousness again. His whole world was collapsing. His only family, the real family Ronan was fighting death. The pain in his chest was as if someone was stabbing him thousands of times, each cut deeper and more painful.
He couldn't afford to lose the only person in his life, the person he loved. The person he believes is the right person for him.
Shael woke up and begged, "I am okay, I will behave, take me to Ronan please."
He had to sit outside the operation room but he still couldn't control his brimming tears, his hands fidgeting, his eyes shifting rapidly to the hospital white walls trying to hold onto any hope left.
Finally three hours long surgery ended and doctors came out, "we took out the blood, there was no internal bleeding thankfully. The operation was successful but we have to wait further to know about the patient's condition. But please keep in mind he is still not out of danger. Any complications could arise. Let's further keep the patient in check. "
" Can I see him," Shael's tone was earnest.
" Yes, but only after he is shifted out of the operation room." The doctors walked away leaving a female doctor in the operating room checking further on Ronan's condition before moving him out.
Ronan was moved to a VIP room. Shael entered the room with his agent who stood near the door.
Shael sank onto the stool beside the bed, his chest tightening at the sight before him. Ronan's tall, unshakable frame looked so small beneath the white sheets. Tubes ran along his arms, machines hummed and beeped in steady rhythm, each sound a reminder of how close death had brushed past them.
For a long moment, Shael couldn't move. His eyes blurred with fresh tears, his breath catching in his throat. Then, with trembling fingers, he reached out and touched Ronan's hand. Just a brush at first, as if testing whether it was still warm, still real.
When the warmth met his fingertips, something inside him broke. He gripped Ronan's hand with both of his, pressed it against his forehead, and let the sobs come freely.
"I'm here," he whispered, his voice raw. "I'm here, Ronan. Please… don't leave me. Don't you dare leave me alone in this world."
His thumb stroked over the back of Ronan's hand again and again, desperate to memorize the feel of it. He leaned closer, words tumbling out in fractured whispers.
"You promised to be loyal to me, remember? I can't… I can't do this without you. You're all I have, Ronan. You're my family… you're my home."
His tears dripped onto Ronan's skin, and he quickly wiped them away as if afraid the wetness might disturb him. Then he bowed his head beside the bed, clinging to that unmoving hand like a lifeline.
"Please," Shael breathed, so softly it was almost a prayer. "Please fight. Come back to me."
A day and night went by but Ronan still hadn't woken up. Shael remained by his side, his eyes fixed on Ronan's face, wishing him to open his eyes as soon as possible. He couldn't eat anything.
The next day turned into a night and Shael fell asleep, his head placed onto the bed beside Ronan.