Chapter 369

The trip to the hospital felt like a nightmare that would never end. He couldn’t believe she had so much blood on her and were still alive. God what had she gone through? Why the hell did they leave, they knew he haven’t given up!

At least Mikayla and Connor were ok, Cheyenne had obviously paid for that sacrifice.

A shiver ran down his spine.

He was left in a private waiting room, feeling he was going out of his mind as time ticked by and no news from anyone.

He stared down and saw bloodsmears on his hands. Rushing out to wash his hands, he ran into the attending doctor.

“Mr. Bo..”

“Jon, just Jon. “

“Jon, Miss. Roberts is resting comfortably . You may see her now. She has lost quite an amount of blood. The stab wound missed all major organs, but we had to stitch her up. The wound on her throat wasn’t too deep and didn’t need anything except a good cleaning, the wound on her shoulder is luckily a flesh wound, and the long cut on her stomach shouldn’t leave a scar.”

“Oh thank God in heaven! There is one thing you haven’t mentioned, has she been raped?

“No. That was definitely in the perputrator’s mind, the bruises on her inner thighs were evidence enough, but there was no forceful entry or semen recovered from her. She is going to be bruised and very sore for the next week but she will recover completely. You can go see her now.”

Jon shook the doctor’s hand, grateful for his help and relieved to know that Cheyenne was at least spared from rape.

“Thanx Doc. Could you tell me how my bodyguard is doing?”

“They are in OR working on him, I’ll ask a nurse to let you know as soon as they hear anything.”

She was lying quietly, staring at the window when he walked in. She turned towards the footsteps and as she recognised him a vulnerable smile formed on her lips.

“Hey baby.” Words eluded him, a huge lump choked the words he tried to say.

“Hey.”

She lifted her arms slightly and he stepped forwards wrapping her gently in his arms.

She was so cold against him, God but she felt good!

A warm tear made its way into his shirt and his hand cupped her tangled curls, keeping her tightly against him, giving her time to let her emotions go.

Jon’s strong chest and steady beat of his heart made her realise she made it, she survived this horrific nightmare. Her hands clutched tightly at his shirt, she didn’t want to let him go, not yet.

The steady brush of his hand over her hair brought a calmness over her and her soft soundless crying turned into a rhythmic hiccupping.

His shirt was soaked and the butterfly movement of her lips against his skin as she hiccupped, made him thank the Lord for saving her. She was his life without her he was nothing but another celebrity looking for acceptance and love.

Her hands relaxed against him and for a moment he thought she might have fallen asleep. He moved backwards, but her hands tightened again and her soft plea made him stay.

“Lay with me, please. I don’t want to be alone right now.”

She moved slightly to one side, flinching as the tightly stitched wound in her side objected to the change in position.

She nestled against his shoulder, her injured shoulder slumped carefully over him, while her hand grabbed desperately at his hip.

There were so many things he wanted to know, but he would wait for her to speak to him about it.

“Did you see the twins?”

“Yes, baby they are just great. Thanks too you they are safe and unharmed. Christie is also ok. Richie will bring the twins a bit later so you can see them.”

“Thank you.”

Conversation was kept to the minimum, They just needed be with each other, drawing strength from each other, working through this nightmare that almost ripped them from each others’ lives.