Chapter Four
Shane's POV
It's 4 days before Claire can breathe on her own and another 2 before she wakes up. I spend most of my time by her side, leaving only to go to the bathroom and change. I'm always twiddling the ring on her finger, my mom's ring.
"Shane?" she croaks. I crack open my tired eyes and tears of relief flood them when I know for sure that it's Claire. I kiss her.
"Thank God," I whisper. I squeeze her hand tightly.
"I love you," she whispers. I smile and lean my forehead against hers.
"That's my line," I whisper, nuzzling her cheek. I wrap an arm around her lightly, trying not to hurt her.
"Well, it's true," she whispers. I kiss her forehead.
"I know. I have a question for you," I say, feeling a little nervous," Claire Danvers, will you marry me?"
"Really? Yes," she whispers. I kiss her deeply. Were interrupted by the door opening.
"Claire! Your alive!" Eve yells, running and throwing her arms around Claire. She hugs her tightly until Claire groans in pain," Oh, shit! Sorry!"
"How are you feeling?" Michael asks, moving Eve to the chairs beside me. I smile as Claire smiles brightly through the pain.
"I'm fine," she says, squeezing my hand. I slide the ring from my pocket and slip off the promise ring in place of the wedding ring I bought. Eve's eyes widen.
"Oh my God! No way!" Eve says, eyes popping wide open.
"Who knew you had it in you Collins?" Michael jokes.
"Mrs. Danvers, I need to speak with you. It is urgent," Amelie says from the doorway. Her bodyguards practically drag us from the room. This can't be good.