I arrived at the hospital, and my mind is still in madness. My breath was ragged as I ran through the hospital hallway while searching for the emergency area. Scott texted me the name of the hospital and where I can see them.

I spotted Scott standing and leaning on the white wall, looking bothered and tired. He looks really worried too.

"Boss..." he turn to me and looked a little relief.

"How is she?" I quickly asked.

He hesitated to answer, like he is thinking on how to say it to me properly without making the aura here more intense. But that is not gonna calm me down. .

"Scott, how is she?" I repeated, my voice stronger.

"T-they still don't know, Boss." He finally replied not meeting my eyes. "The doctors are still treating her, checking up her wounds. But she was brought here in a critical stage."

"Why? What happened?" my voice now weakened. I can't bear the thought that my Belle is in terrible situation. I can feel her pain, she's been hurt too much. And I can't help but blame myself.

Scott sigh "It's Marissa." He spoke.

"What did Marissa do this time?" My jaw clenched in anger, knowing that she had something to do with this. How many times do I gave to tell her to stay out of our life.

She should be angry at me, Belle has nothing to do with this. Marissa is just the one who keeps on bugging my life and acts like she is still my girlfriend. That woman just don't know how to accept defeat.

Scott explained the whole scenario of what happened in how he ended up in the club, how he saw Belle drinking her ass off and then they had an argument near the restroom but that stopped when Lola, Scott's date, wants to leave. Until she saw Marissa chasing after Belle who was running from her. Scott saw the whole thing when Marissa pushed her to the high way and a car hit her.

My chest tightened imagining that scene. Belle must have been scared. Something that I never ever wanted her to feel when she is with me.

I waited and waited outside the operating room, what is taking so long? Are her wounds that bad that can take them hours in that room?!

"Hey, relax a little." Scott place a hand on my shoulder.

"How can I calm down?! My wife is inside that fucking room! I don't fucking know if she is even alive or not!" I snapped, breathing rapidly.

I combed my hands through my hair down my face and place a hand on my waist. Yes, he is right. I need to calm down a little. Screaming and getting angry won't do anything.

God, please give me strength. Save my wife.

"Boss...Belle is strong. She will live" Scott tried to comfort me.

But I just gave him a weak smile "I really hope so, my friend. I'm praying for it." I told him, sitting down on the hospital bench to wait for the doctor to deliver the news.

Minutes later, Steve together with Don also arrived, breathing heavily from the running. They also looked shock and worried.

"How long have she been inside?" Don asked.

"Almost 2 hours now." Scott answered.

"I would never thought Marissa would do such thing." Steve murmured, he is still in his doctor's coat. He is actually assigned to another hospital which is a little far from here so I really appreciate that he drive all the day just to be here.

"I do." Don grumbled. "What she did today is too much."

"Where is she now?" Steve asked.

"I already called the police." I answered.

"How about her fellow coworkers that you said that was with her at the club?"

"I sent them home. I said we will just inform them if there is any happening." Scott informed the others. I'm so glad that Scott was there to witness what happened. Thank God for that.

One hour had passed, and the door of the operating room opened and God, you don't know how my face lighten up to know what happened. Its like every nerve in my body woke up and blood runs to me once again.

"Dr., hows my wife?"

The doctor was a female, she just removed her mask and didn't look happy at all. "Oh so your the husband. Well, Mr. Knight, I have a good news and bad news to tell you." She started, my hands were shaking inside my pockets.

She sigh before opening her mouth as she looked at us sincerely. "Well, obviously the good news is your wife is alive, barely. An oxygen needs to be attached to her because of her trouble of breathing. Her head hits the glass of the car badly, causing her to have some shards on her head, she had a broken arm and leg that needs to be cared safely, and as expected, too many wounds, bruises on her body especially her face but we stitches them close already so there is nothing to worry about." She explained, clearly.

That's too many injuries. But no matter what, what she looks like doesn't matter. I fell in love with her attitudes not by her looks. She will always be beautiful in my eyes, forever. "What about the had news?"

"We don't know when she is gonna wake up. Maybe in 5 days or so. But I'm sure it won't take too long. It will be a miracle if she wakes up in 2 days to be honest which is also possible." She informed us, I don't know if I should be happy by the news.

Sad because I don't know when she is gonna wake up.

Good thatshe is gonna wake up. She won't die.

Thank God!

"She didn't get an amnesia?" Don asked.

"No" she smiled, shaking her head. "She's a strong girl, gentlemen. I'm glad nothing even worse happened to her."

I just nod my head. "Thank you so much, Dr. And she is really indeed a strong woman."

Dr. Ramirez, that was written on name plate, she nods her head and turns to leave. I took the biggest and nicest hospital room for my wife. Well, no queen of mine gets to the bad room. I want all of the best for her.

I had talked to Dr. Ramirez about the things we have to do but she told us is to just wait for Belle to wake up. She will wake up soon, I know it.

I can feel it. Her. I know her.

She will do everything in her power to help the others and I am very sure that she is gonna fight to wake up. No doubt on that.

And my departure for Philippines in two weeks is coming near. It's a very great opportunity to me and my company. It will help me for my life not just now but for my entire life. I'm really surprised that Dad entrusted me that kind of big role. But I'm happy, little by little, it's getting okay between us. Its Roberto the one I still haven't seen since the party. He just vanished, even Dad is looking for him but still no sign.

But if Belle didn't wake up until next week, I'm not gonna leave. I won't take the job and just be here with my wife. On her side. I am still new with the feelings but I am loving it. Belle is a different woman that changed me. Made me a better man.

I don't even think that I can live without her anymore. She became part of my life especially in my heart.

When I got to the room, Belle was already in there, an oxygen is placed on her. She's so pale and her charming face is full of scars. Her headi is wrapped, oxygen covering her mouth and nose and a dextrose is pinned on her thin hand, this is the worse situation that happened to her.

I held her hand, it's still warm. God, I miss holding her soft delicate hands that fits perfectly in mine.

"Are you sure she doesn't have any family at this place?" Don asked. "Its better if we tell them what happened to her."

"She does."

"Do you know where they are?"

"I don't." I replied, letting go of her hands to face the boys "...but Mike do."

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

What's that sound? Where am I? My body feels so numb and I can't move my arms and legs. But they feel so painful. My head hurts so freaking much. Damn, it's like hundreds of basketball men throw some punches at and stomped on my tummy.

What is happening? I can't open my eyes and they are heavy for me to open.

There is something like a cup that is on my nose that gives me oxygen, keeping me alive and there is warmness only on my hand. Someone is touching it.

"Wake up, Belle..." a familiar voice talks, "We still have many things to catch up so don't give up. I have faith you. You're a very strong woman. I...I love you...so please...don't leave me. I need you."

Someone needs me.

Is that why I should be alive right now?

I still have people who needs me.

But I can't open my eyes. Why can't I? I need to see who was talking to me. This person loves me.

My first time to hear such words.

No one has ever told me they love me. But this person did.

Somehow, I try to move, try to have my sight back, and try to speak, even just a single sound to show that I'm still alive. But I ended up only moving and squeezing the warm hand that was on mine.

"Oh good Lord, she responded to my hand. She can hear me. "

Then complete silence once again. I can't feel a single thing anymore and then no more.