His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 203: Unconscious

Chapter 203- Unconscious

BEATRICE’S POV

Beep... beep... beep...

That was the first thing I heard.

A steady, soft sound. Like sothing machines make.

Like I was in a hospital.

I tried to open my eyes, but God—it hurt so bad.

Everything felt heavy. My eyelids... my head... even my breath.

It was like I was stuck in between two worlds.

I can’t do this, I said to myself, trying again to open my eyes.

But the pain... the pain behind my eyes made squeeze them shut again.

Why was I hearing beeping sounds?

Was I really in a hospital?

I couldn’t rember anything clearly.

Just a blur... like I had fallen asleep in the middle of a storm and now I was waking up in another world.

I took a deep breath and tried again.

This ti, I forced my eyes open—just a little.

A bright light hit imdiately, and I shut them back quickly.

Damn...

But I wasn’t giving up.

I opened them again slowly, trying to let the light in bit by bit.

The first thing I saw was the white ceiling above .

Then I turned my head gently to the side... and there it was.

I was in a hospital.

Machines beside . Tubes attached to my hand. Bandages. That sll of disinfectant.

How the hell did I get here?

I tried to sit up—big mistake.

The second I moved, a sharp pain shot through my back like lightning.

"Ouch!" I gasped, my body jerking a little as the pain ripped through .

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye.

That was when I heard it.

"Don’t move. Please, Bea. You need to rest. You’ll only hurt yourself more if you keep trying to get up."

That voice.

Even if I was in the middle of a coma, I would recognize that voice anywhere.

I turned my head slowly and there he was.

Declan.

Sitting beside like he belonged there.

Looking at like he cared.

What the actual hell?

What was he doing here?

Why was Declan—of all people—sitting by my hospital bed?

I stared at him, my head spinning. My heart beating faster, but not because I was happy to see him.

Because I was angry. Confused. Scared.

The last ti I checked, Declan didn’t give a damn about .

Hell, I was sure he hoped I’d die.

Now here he was, acting like he was my damn guardian angel.

I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of it.

Everything felt cloudy. Like I had missed a few days of my life.

My brain wasn’t catching up fast enough.

I wanted to ask him a hundred questions—how I got here, what happened, why he was here—but I stopped myself.

No.

I wasn’t going to ask him anything.

I didn’t owe him that.

The only thing I rembered clearly was that Declan was a piece of trash.

The kind of man who tore hearts apart and smiled while doing it.

He never gave a damn about .

The only person he ever loved was Tyler.

So why was he here now?

Why was he the one sitting next to when I opened my eyes?

Was this so kind of sick joke?

I took a deep breath, calming myself, because I knew if I let myself speak right now, I might scream.

And I didn’t have the strength for that yet.

And then suddenly... just like a sharp sting in my heart... I rembered my son.

Tyler.

Where was he?

Why wasn’t he here?

My chest tightened, and I felt panic rising inside .

Was he okay?

Or... no... God please no... was he also in the hospital?

My whole body went still.

My heart thumped louder and faster.

"Oh Lord, please," I whispered inside my mind.

"Please don’t let that be true. Please don’t let anything happen to my son."

If anything happened to Tyler, I swear—I’d never forgive myself.

I’d carry that guilt to my grave.

He is the only one who can tell what really happened.

How I ended up in this hospital.

What led to all this.

Because Declan?

Hell no.

Over my dead body would I ask that bastard anything.

Actually... scratch that.

Not over my dead body—because let’s be honest, I almost died.

So let’s say...

Over my living body.

Yeah, that sounds more accurate.

I turned my head slightly to the side again and glanced at Declan sitting quietly, pretending to care.

It made my stomach twist.

Was he just putting on a show?

Should I just forget all the evil things he did to —just for a mont—so I can ask him what happened?

Or should I wait and hope Tyler is fine and will walk through that door and tell everything himself?

I asked myself that question, but there was no answer.

Everything inside was a ss.

Even my thoughts were giving a headache.

It was like my brain couldn’t carry all this weight at once.

My body was weak. My heart was scared.

Maybe... just maybe... I should ask Declan a small question.

Just a tiny one.

Not because I forgive him.

But because I have no choice.

Because I need to know.

Because I need answers.

I sighed and tried to clear my throat, getting ready to speak—but the mont I did, it hurt like hell.

It felt like knives were dragging across my throat.

I winced and closed my mouth quickly.

I need water, I thought to myself.

But even that—I wasn’t going to ask him for it.

I clenched my fist slightly, ignoring the sting in my hand.

No. I can’t ask him. Not yet.

I need to think for myself.

That’s why I have mories, right?

I have a brain for a reason—not just for decoration.

I just have to think.

Try to rember.

Try to rewind my own life like an old movie and see what scene brought here.

And if my brain gets tired...

If I can’t find the answers right away...

Then I’ll take a short break.

Just a short one.

And after the break...

I had to rember.

I needed to rember what happened to ... what brought here... how everything fell apart.

I took a deep breath and slowly closed my eyes, hoping that shutting out the world would help concentrate.

I could feel his eyes on —Declan.

He was staring.

But I didn’t care.

He could stare until his eyeballs dried out for all I care.

He was probably wondering why I didn’t answer him earlier when he spoke.

Well, guess what? I don’t owe him a single word.

The mont my eyelids touched, my muscles relaxed just a little.

The pain in my body didn’t go away, but sohow it dulled.

It was like my body was begging to sleep—to rest.

But my mind was doing the exact opposite.

It was screaming.

Think, Beatrice. Think.

You can’t rest yet. Not until you know what happened.

Still... maybe I should just rest a bit?

Maybe give myself just one minute to rember before I let sleep take again.

Just one minute.

That’s all.

So I took another breath, emptied my mind, and allowed the silence to take over.

But nothing ca.

No flashbacks. No pictures. No mories.

Just emptiness.

Complete darkness.

My chest tightened.

Why can’t I rember?

Did the doctors give sothing?

Is the dicine ssing with my brain?

I frowned, closing my eyes tighter, this ti with more focus.

Co on, Beatrice, I told myself. Try harder.

And then—out of nowhere—a sharp, burning pain stabbed through the inside of my head.

It wasn’t like a normal headache. No. This one felt deep—like sothing was breaking inside my skull.

Like soone took a knife and twisted it right inside my brain.

I gasped and clutched the bedsheet.

But I didn’t stop.

Maybe this is a good sign, I whispered to myself. Maybe it ans I’m getting close. Maybe the mory is trying to co out.

So I pushed harder.

I forced myself to dig deeper, like my brain was a locked room and I just needed to break in.

But the more I tried...

The more the pain increased.

It wasn’t a small pain anymore.

It was a hot, boiling, screaming pain that stretched from the middle of my head all the way down my spine.

It felt like fire in my skull—like my brain was cracking open.

I tried to hold it in.

Tried to be strong.

Tried to grip the sheets and keep it together.

But I couldn’t.

"Ahhh—Ouchhh!" I scread at the top of my lungs.

My voice shook the silence of the hospital room.

My hands flew to my head, pressing hard, trying to make it stop—but nothing worked.

Nothing helped.

It just hurt.

Like my head was about to explode.

Suddenly—I felt soone rush to .

I didn’t need to open my eyes to know it was Declan.

I felt his presence close to .

Too close.

"What’s happening? Beatrice, what’s wrong?" I heard his voice, panicked and desperate.

But I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t answer.

I was drowning in pain.

I scread again, louder than before.

"I can’t take this pain anymore!" I cried. "My head! My head is hurting !"

Declan’s voice ca again, closer and louder.

"Beatrice—answer ! What’s happening to you? Talk to !"

But his voice began to fade.

Just like that... everything began to blur.

His voice. The room. The light.

Everything.

It was like I was being pulled away from the world.

Like sothing was dragging into darkness.

I tried to stay awake.

Tried to hold on.

But the pain was too much.

And then—

Everything went black.

"Fuck," I heard faintly—maybe it was Declan—before everything disappeared.