Page 91 of Sweet Obsession
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, the frustration rising up my throat. Would she ever get better?
I ran home, the world around me spinning as the weight of everything settled on my chest.
Would she survive this? Would she wake up and fight like she always had?
I hadn’t slept in days. It didn’t matter. The chair beneath me had become a second skin, its hard edges digging into my back, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Luna. She was lying there, unmoving, pale, still as death itself. Her shallow breaths, barely perceptible, were the only proof that she was still here with me.
I was too afraid to close my eyes for even a second, afraid that when I opened them again, she wouldn’t be there.
But then the door opened.
I didn’t need to look to know it was Nikolai. I could feel the weight of his presence before he even spoke.
“Misha,” he said, his voice low, cautious. “Have you gotten any sleep at all?”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My eyes were locked on Luna’s face, her chest rising and falling, too slow for my liking, too fragile. I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
Nikolai stepped closer, pausing beside me. He exhaled a sigh, his voice softer this time. “You need to rest. You can’t keep going like this.”
I clenched my jaw but didn’t reply. Rest? How could I sleep when she was like this? How could I close my eyes when she needed me?
Another sigh from him, this one tinged with concern. “I’ll stay with her, Misha. Just... get some sleep. You need to be strong for her when she wakes up.”
But I couldn’t. I wasn’t leaving her side. Not when every moment felt like a battle.
The door opened again, and this time, it was the doctor.
His footsteps were deliberate as he approached Luna’s bed, but his eyes flickered to me for a brief moment before he got to work.
He checked Luna’s vitals with practiced ease, his hands moving quickly, methodical. He had been in and out for days, each time administering injections, adjusting medications, his promises that she would get better almost sounding like hollow words.
“She’s still stable,” the doctor said after a while, his voice quiet, but the weariness in it didn’t escape me. He was exhausted, just like I was, but he continued his work with the same steady focus. “I’ll come again tomorrow, and the day after, until she’s well enough. Just... keep her calm. Keep her here.”
I nodded stiffly. My throat was tight, but I couldn’t say anything. I could barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears.
Once the doctor was done, Nikolai spoke again, his voice softer now as the man disappeared out the door. “Misha, please. Get some sleep. I’ll stay with her. You don’t have to do this alone.”
I shook my head, my hand curling tighter around Luna’s. “I’m not leaving her.”
Nikolai hesitated, his eyes flickering between me and Luna, but then he nodded, clearly seeing that there was no point in arguing. “I’ll be here. I’ll make sure nothing happens.”
I glanced at him for a moment, then finally, with a heavy sigh, allowed my eyes to slip shut. I didn’t fall asleep, not really. But I leaned back in the chair, letting the weight of exhaustion pull me deeper, just a little bit, long enough to rest my mind for a few moments.
And then, a movement.
I shot up from the chair, my heart leaping into my throat. Luna’s hand twitched, a soft movement that made my pulsespike. I leaned forward, watching intently as she struggled to lift her eyelids, her face contorting with effort.
I barely breathed as her eyes opened, just a crack at first, her gaze unfocused.
“Luna,” I whispered, barely able to get the words past my dry throat. “Stay with me. Don’t go to sleep. Please.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her eyelids fluttered again, as though the weight of the world was pressing down on her, dragging her back into darkness.
No.
I took her hand in both of mine, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Luna, stay awake. I need you to stay awake. Please.”
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cold hand, then to her cheek, my lips lingering there for a moment as if somehow that would be enough to anchor her to me.
