'No. Please, don't take him away,'
Her words were repeated, over and over, from morning to night as she fell asleep, mumbling the words. The doctors paid no attention to her, probably having heard similar things but they couldn't help but notice her determination and desperation as she whispered them.
'No. Please, not him,'
Her guilt consumed her. Guilt at the fact she wasn't mourning for the third victim in the accident, guilt that she was the reason he had been in the car, but most of all, guilty because of her own selfishness she had chosen him, not the one everything else was perfectly lined up for- his royalty, his money, his… baby, his sweet, selfless self.
'Anyone, anyone but him,'
She thought back to the car ride, remembered how they planned to run away together, be together, elope, raise her child, not his. They had had it all figured out. He had overcome his fear, she hers. All this seemed meaningless now. She could hear fate laughing down at her, jeering her for being so naïve in thinking that she could have had it all.
'Me, not him, choose me,'
The doctors had told her she couldn't visit him. When she had found out he was in a coma, she had ran to his room splashed in blood, shallow breath, clutching her abdomen. She had been in hysterics, her sobs escaping her mouth without realizing it. She was on her knees beside his still body, hearing the distant beeping of his heart monitor, the buzzing of the nurses telling her to come back. She felt a warm touch on her shoulder, a large hand tugging at her. She did not know whom the hand belonged nor did she care. All she cared about at this moment was the man lying in front of her.
'Save him, he's all I have left,'