His Mafia Prince
Chapter 219: Come Back To Me

Chapter 219: Come Back To Me

(TYLER)

The only thing that is keeping me from losing my mind is the steady beeping of the monitor. It comforts and torments me at the same time. It is proof that Sasha still clings to life, but also a reminder of how precarious that hold is.. I sit up curled on the uncomfortable chair, knees drawn to my chest.

If only I had been more alert. If only I had seen the danger sooner, Sasha wouldn’t have been shot. It should be me lying in this bed and not him. Sasha has always risked everything to protect me. Now, I watch the steady rise and fall of his chest, hoping that he will survive this nightmare.

I reach out and touch Sasha’s hand, careful to avoid disturbing the IV line running through him. His skin feels cool, nothing like the usual warmth that I’m used to. "Why, why didn’t you just let me―"

I can barely bring myself to finish the sentence. The guilt inside me feels like a living thing clawing at me, making it hard for me to breathe. Every time I close my eyes, I see it happening again. The memory plays in my lead like an endless loop. Then a voice snaps me from my thoughts.

"I was wondering if we could get a better mattress for the camp bed?" Wesley’s murmuring outside the door, but it is still cracked open enough that I can hear him.

"I’ll talk to them about it." A female voice answers, hushed just as Jericho’s. That has to be the nurse, I think. It only makes sense that it is her. She has always had a soft spot for me, and more especially because the Adonis family has been making huge donations to this hospital.

Sasha hasn’t woken up. The doctors have run several other tests. I’m told, yet again, that this is a waiting game. That he will wake up on his own when he is ready.

My hand tightens around his fingers. "I’m so sorry," I mumble silently. "I’m so sorry, none of this would have happened if I hadn’t gone along on your quest." The words leave me in a desperate rush. "All you did was try and protect me, and I put you in danger. Some omega I am, I couldn’t keep you safe―" I wish he could just hurry up and wake up.

The rational part of my mind very well knows that this won’t help anything. I know that Sasha would hate to hear me talk to him this way, and he would give me that look that would make my instincts stand. But that rationality flew away. Right now, I’m a ball of anxiety and raw emotions in its wake.

"Come back to me." I whisper, pressing my lips to his knuckles. "Please Alpha, come back to me. I’ll do anything. Be stronger. Be better. Whatever you need. Don’t leave me here alone, Sasha. Please."

I stand up to stretch, and my back cracks as I arch it and I heave a sigh of mingled pain and relief. Wesley comes back into the room, and his eyes stray to Sasha before landing back on me. "Do you want to take a shower? Maybe get something to eat? I will stay with him while you’re at it."

In truth, I want to tell him no, but then if I do, there will just be more suggestions designed to get me out of the room, and that means more conversation. I want that even less than I want to step out of the room. Besides, I really do need a stretch. "Okay, I’ll go get a coffee then I’ll come back. You want anything?"

Every so often, I make these concessions just to beat back the feeling I have, that if I ever leave his side, Sasha won’t be waiting for me to come back. Maybe he will slip away from me while I’m out of the room. It’s almost like my own composure has been shattered by exhaustion and the sheer force of my own fears. I don’t want to leave him. Not until he can open his eyes and I can see for myself that he is alright. I would wait here for as long as it takes. Nothing will tear him away from me. Not even death itself. I will cling to this hope with every fiber of my being.

He is my axis upon which my world turns. Without Sasha, I’ll be lost. Unmoored, unanchored. I can’t bear the thought of the future without him.

But I know deep down that thinking like that won’t help anything. So every three or four times that Wesley suggests that I take a break, that I leave him with Sasha, I pretend that I can still function like a normal omega.

Outside the room, there are two alphas standing around. They must be the guards for today. They both give me a nod. "No change." I tell them, because even though they would never ask, I know that they still want to know. And they are anxious about every bit of information that they can get. Even the status quo.

Paolo, our house guard, is there as well. He is waiting for me. Not talk, but to just shadow me. I give him a nod and he follows me at a slight distance as I head into the hallway. He is further back than he would be on a normal day, but he seems to know that I need my space.

In a corridor just off the ward, there is a coffee machine. But it only serves water that tastes like crap. I decide to go all the way downstairs instead and order a trayful of options.

I hand them to the ward staff on my way back, and to the guards that are watching over Sasha like dark angels. Keeping everyone sweet, caffeinated and alert.

I can feel it. An attack is looming.

Giulio tries to control the narrative, pretend to our enemies that everything is fine, but it is hard to keep something like this quiet. Sasha has never been more vulnerable than he is now. Everyone will want to take advantage now that news has gone round about Sasha’s condition. I can feel it in my gut, a twisting uncertainty.

But I won’t let them. I will do whatever it takes to keep my husband safe.

I wait for the staff at the café to get the large order together, but I figure out that it will probably take a long time, so I wander into the chapel. The place has become familiar to me in the last few days. It is empty, so I take the seat at the front, staring at what I assume should be a serenity inducing blue glass artwork that hangs by the hall to the front.

Wesley was surprised when I joined him here on the night when Sasha was admitted into the hospital. His first thought was to pray of course. But for me, I found an opportunity to stay away from the heavy presence of law enforcement near the ward. An opportunity for some quiet.

Giulio has outdone himself to keep away the locals and the feds away from me since, and I appreciate his efforts. But that night, the chapel offered me a free and quiet place to think. And that was also an opportunity for me to bargain with death.

Now, I begin the bargaining process again, glaring so hard at the blue glass mosaic. I wouldn’t even be surprised if it shattered now. You can take me. Not Sasha. I offer. You were always teasing me for all those early days when my life was miserable. Now I get a tad bit comfortable and you want to take him. For what? Why don’t you just take me instead? Take me now. Not my alpha. He has so much to live for. And there are so many people who depend on him.

I’m so focused that my lips are moving along with my thoughts when somebody sits beside me. I jumps, startled. "Wesley?"

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you."

If I told Wesley what it is that I’m doing in here, what I’m bargaining with, it would scandalize him. He has been so kind to me in the past few days. He has been so gentle with me. "It’s alright."

I grab his wrist, making him wince. "Wesley―is―Sasha?"

"He is fine." He assures me once then pats my hand. I ease up the pressure

"But someone should be with him in that room all the time―"

"Somebody is there with him." Wesley says, smiling.

"Who?" I jumps up my seat, fear coursing through me. I can’t help but get angry. Who the hell has Wesley trusted so much that he has left Sasha’s bedside?

There is no one. No one that I can let close to my alpha unaccompanied. A wave of betrayal comes over me, along with fury at Wesley for daring to leave Sasha alone without telling me first.

"Who?" I yell.

As soon as he stammers a name, I take off, running.

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