His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 205: Tyler!!

Chapter 205- Tyler!!

BEATRICE’S POV

"Yes Beatrice you blacked out completely when you tried to rember what happened. I had to call the doctor.

After I called the doctor, he ca in, and said you are going to get better. But please, don’t try to think too hard. Don’t force your brain to rember anything yet."

The mont those words left his lips, sothing snapped open in my head.

Suddenly, like water rushing through a broken dam, the mories ca flooding back fast.

Not everything. Not the whole story. But flashes. Feelings. The hospital bed. The panic. That sharp, tearing pain in my skull. , trying so hard to rember what happened. And then—darkness. Total blackout.

I rembered myself trying to force it—trying to rember the mont that brought here. And then I rembered the pain. The pain that felt like it was splitting my skull in two. And then I rembered passing out.

Was I stupid for trying to rember? Maybe. But I hated Declan. I hated the sight of him. I didn’t want to ask him a damn thing. I didn’t want to need him.

So yeah... maybe I made a stupid choice. But I’d rather hurt myself than depend on him.

"Why didn’t you just ask ?" he said, stepping closer. "Why would you put your already weak brain under that kind of stress?"

I looked at him, my lips pressed tightly together.

I didn’t answer right away because I didn’t owe him an explanation.

"I didn’t want to ask you," I finally said coldly.

He sighed. "But asking could’ve prevented all of this. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt again. You nearly passed out in pain, Beatrice. I was scared."

Scared?

Now he wants to play the caring role?

Now he wants to act like I matter?

I laughed, and it wasn’t a happy laugh.

"Could you just fucking stop blaming for everything?" I snapped, cutting him off before he could say another word. "You always do that. Always. You look at like I’m the one who causes all the chaos."

He opened his mouth, but I didn’t let him speak.

"You’re the sa man who used to treat like I was nothing. Like I was so piece of trash lying in your way. And now you want to guilt-trip for not asking you a damn question?" I hissed. "Spare the motherfucking lecture, Declan. For all I know, you could be the reason I ended up in this hospital in the first place."

As soon as I said that, his face changed.

His eyes dropped. His whole expression shifted into sothing soft... sothing hurt.

Good.

Now he knows how it feels to be blad for sothing when he has no way to defend himself.

That’s what he did to for years. Made feel like I was the reason for everything that ever went wrong in our lives.

So yeah, let him feel it now.

He didn’t say anything after that.

The room was quiet for a while. I looked at him, then at the IV in my arm, then at the door like I wanted to escape this whole damn scene.

I let out a slow breath.

"Fine," I said. "You want to ask? I’m asking."

He raised his eyes at .

"What happened to , Declan?" I said, this ti with no shouting. Just tiredness. "Because clearly... trying to rember on my own isn’t working. And I need to know. Just tell what the hell happened."

Even if he gave half the truth, it would be enough. I could connect the dots myself.

He rubbed his palms together slowly, like he was building up the courage.

"To cut the long story short," he said quietly, "you were shot. And I brought you to the hospital."

My heart paused.

Shot?

I blinked, staring at him.

"What?" I whispered, confusion and fear crawling into my throat.

What the hell did he an by shot?

How could I be shot and not even rember it?

I stared at him, trying to read his expression, but he looked serious. Like... dead serious.

"Who shot ?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Was it you? Or are you just lying to so I won’t rember what really happened?"

He didn’t even flinch. "You were shot in your spine area," he said calmly, like he was telling sothing as casual as the ti of day.

I blinked fast, trying to take that in.

"That has to be a lie," I whispered.

"Then see for yourself," he said and stepped back, pointing toward my body. "Check and see if I’m lying."

My heart was already racing. I didn’t want to believe him. I didn’t want it to be true. But a small voice in my head whispered that sothing wasn’t right with my body. I had felt it when I tried to move earlier—sharp pain, weakness, like sothing deep inside had been damaged.

With shaky hands, I moved the hospital blanket. Slowly, carefully, I began to sit up. I don’t even know how I did it—I didn’t have the strength—but before he could rush to stop , I was already sitting up on the bed.

My body scread in pain, but I pushed through it.

Then I raised the loose hospital gown covering and looked down.

There it was.

White bandages, tightly wrapped around my lower stomach and side.

I froze.

No wonder... no fucking wonder I had been in so much pain.

No wonder sitting up felt like soone stabbing with a knife.

The truth hit like ice water. I had been shot. And sohow, I had survived it.

I looked at him again.

"How?" My voice was low now, almost scared. "How was I shot? Who did this to ? And why... why didn’t I die?"

Because deep down, I knew it—people who get shot in the spine don’t just walk away. Most don’t even get the chance to sit up again.

"You were shot by that good-for-nothing bastard you called a lover," he said, his tone heavy with sarcasm. "The sa bastard that took all your money and blocked you like you ant nothing."

I stared at him, shocked, angry, but mostly—ashad.

"We were on our way to find Tyler," he continued. "Because he was mad that you fell for that scamr. We were just about to find him when we got attacked by that sa bastard. And then—bam! You got shot."

He paused, watching closely. "I’m just glad you made it out alive."

And then—like a switch flipped in my brain—everything ca rushing back.

Fast.

The sound of the gunshot. The fear. The way my body had gone cold. The sound of soone screaming my na. His face. The bastard’s face. The pain. The confusion. The darkness.

I gasped.

"That bastard!" I shouted, gripping the bedsheet like I was ready to tear it apart.

Tears burned the corners of my eyes. "Why... why did you even save ?" I asked him. "I thought you hated ."

He looked away.

He didn’t answer.

Of course, he wouldn’t.

That’s how he always was. He’d hurt , then act like he cared, then go silent when it mattered most.

I would ask again later.

Right now, I had sothing more important on my mind.

"Where’s Tyler?" I asked quickly, my chest tightening. "Please... tell he’s okay. Did you find him?"

He nodded. "Yes, we—"

But he didn’t get to finish.

The door suddenly burst open.

"Mom!"