OWNING HER: Second Chance With A Vow

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st one on you, do no

ins with one mi

roundings. The soft beeping of machines and the sterile smell in the air quickly indicated to me that I wa

morning!,’ I thought to myself, stil

lay back down. Confusion gripping my mind, I desperately tried to recall any events leading up to my waking up i

nd a doctor walked in, his white coat pristine and his face lined with concern. My eye

d gentle as he introduced himself

I already knew. “And why am I here? I

oduced himself. “You had been

?,” I asked, not sure I heard him. I

o me how lucky I was to have survived, but cautioned that I had sustained a head injury, which was the cause of my

to string the words t

for work and end up a

I felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, not knowing what I had lost. Quickly, I scanned t

asked me, having obs

,” I quizzed him. “Never mind!,” I

oom. Just as he was about to, the door swung open once agai

w me; her voice trembled as she spoke, her words laced with worry. “What happened to you?,” she quizzed further, barely c

alone with Susie, who I was sure was going to

s wrong about my

of the machines monitoring my vital signs. We locked eyes, our conn

u, Eva?,” she finall

as I lay on my bedside in the hospital room. My friend had come

like every

rushed to go get her drugs from the neighboring store. It took longer than normal attending to h

What happened after t

ce but leave mum. Every ticking second on the train felt like an eternity. You know that feeling when late for work?” I a

,” she

had to trek. Honestly my mind was still clouded with thoughts of mum. Then, the next few moments, I was on the floor and sight was

hrough all that. Thank God it

accident?,” I immediately aske

ne cal

ho

of the door giving way. As it swung open, a sliver of light spille

eled, framing his chiseled features and piercing azure eyes. He stood tall, with

d every inch l

ssible to take y

ers, their vibrant colors accentuating the otherwise sterile hospital room. The bouquet boasted a variety of blooms, from delicate pink ro

he extended the bouquet towar

f relief and genuine concern. With a gentle gesture, he placed the flower

le a glance at Susie, who looked as surprised as I was. At that moment, I couldn't help but voice my puzzled

elf properly. My name is Brandon, and I'm the one who accidentally hit you." His voice carried a mix of humility and remorse,

ir as I found myself momentarily lost for words. I couldn't tear my gaze away from

s a worthy companion

rds. "I shall return for you later today," he said gently, as if respecting the fragility of the situation. With one final warm s

eaving us with an inexplicable sense of ad

managed to speak. But I didn't say a word. “He

can