Hey guys, another update for you like I promised.

By the time you guys read this, my spring break will officially be over :( and I'll be heading back to virtual learning, stress, tests, etc. basically death so please wish me luck (mentally eye rolling).

Hope you enjoy this, I love you sm, thank you for reading and sticking around.

Let us begin.

(Also I'm not an actual doctor so don't @ me with my medical terms, love youuuu)
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I waited for her.

I couldn't tell you the exact seconds, minutes, or hours I spent staring at those two white doors across from the waiting room, shaking like a pathetic leaf in this stiff chair that was eating away at my posture all the while letting myself crumble. I felt like I was going insane.

But I waited.

I would wait as long as I needed to for her.

No doctors or nurses reared their heads around the corner to approach me and the people in the waiting room had cleared out because they were terrified by the thought of sitting in the same room as me, an emotional, volatile me, and more or less being threatened to be cut into shreds and fed to the animals.

I couldn't control the rage and fury that was breaking down what was left of my humanity. At that moment, I wasn't fit to run a damn castle more or less take care of myself and everybody knew that. Everybody knew that somebody close to me was hurt and that the longer I waited for some type of resolve for my restlessness, they would all pay for it.

The infirmary and castle were on high alert and from what I was told by castle police, none of them believed somebody here could do something as push a girl down concrete steps. Nobody could be that vicious, nobody could be that ruthless, nobody could be that damn heartless to hurt an innocent person like Y/n.

But somebody was.

And I had just the idea.

Oh god, was I going to destroy Mido when I found her. I couldn't help my mind circling around the thoughts of how I would kill her. Gunshot? Strangulation? Torture? They all seemed so fucking tempting but I knew that regardless of what I chose, her blood was going to be split just like she spilt Y/n's.

Y/n.

Sweet Y/n.

I wondered what I'd say to her when she woke up, how I could possibly explain how sorry I was to her. Nothing, and I mean, nothing could make up what I had put her through. And as it pained me to think about it, letting her go was a perfect option to consider when talking about her life.

She was better off without me, I was coming to the conclusion of that the longer sat here, hands in my hair, tears in my eyes. Anything would be better than loving me or being with me. I would only cause more destruction if I stayed with her.

But I loved her.

But with love comes sacrifice no matter the cost.

The sound of the emergency wing doors swinging open had pulled my attention away from my consuming thoughts and the mounting doctors rushing at me. I couldn't fail to notice the blood that stained their clothes as they yanked away the mask from their lips.

I stood, feeling my sweater tighten against my shoulders.

After seeing the massive amount of blood that stained my clothing, they had forced me to change into something more suitable, something that wouldn't remind me of the blood on my hands or it reeking against my skin. I had showered and cleaned myself up, basically tried to make myself look as presentable as possible.

Though I didn't feel the slightest bit of that.

"Sir." a doctor approached me and bowed.

"Is she okay? How is she?"

"She's stable, sir, but it would be in my best interest to inform you that the patient, when she fell, her skull cracked and ruptured her brain causing a brain hemorrhage. We were able to stop the bleeding but with cases like these, she might have a lapse in time and memory."

My eyes flew open.

"Permanently?"

"That could be possible but I don't think so," he shook his head, a frown resting on his mouth, "We almost lost her during surgery, a few times actually, but she pulled through so I have no doubt in my mind that if she lost her memory, she'll come back, sir."

My heart deflated.

"Can I see her?" I asked softly, feeling overcome with anger and guilt.

The doctor nodded and then we were walking a few doors down, through a corridor, and then into a room. Placing my hand, on the knob, I opened it slowly and ushered myself inside. There, a nurse was placing nubs of a nasal cannula inside Y/n's nose. When she heard me, she cleared her throat and bowed.

"My king, I was just finishing hooking her up. I'll be out of your hair in a moment."

"Just do your job." I told her bitterly.

She nodded quickly as her fingers probed the tubes and wires that clung to Y/n's ghostly skin. When she finished setting up the heart monitor, she bowed again to me.

"I'll be in to check on her in few, sir."

I didn't respond nor did I pay her any mind as she departed the room.

I was solely focused on Y/n.

She lay there in her fluffed up pillows, body tucked neatly under a blanket, the yellow fluorescents making the purple under eyes appear darker, and her lips whiter. Bandages swirled around her head like a spiral staircase and the rest of hair fanned out across the pillows. The gown on her sagged against her body and god, did she look so tired. I wanted to trade places with her so terribly.

I moved across the room and towards her and I couldn't help but let my knees sink slightly. My fingers curled around her jaw and I lifted her chin gently to press a kiss to her cheek. She didn't move, still frozen. The only thing that found me comfort in the room was the sound of her heartbeat.

She was alive, I told myself, She was alive and she'd be okay.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered against her cheek and rubbed my nose against hers, "So, so sorry, baby. I'm going to make it all better, I'm going to fix this. I swear to you."

The sound of a knock at the door had me twirling around.

My face washed into one of rage and as the door opened, I nearly almost pounced.

I had to stop myself short when it was just the head of security, John.

I exhaled as he bowed and moved back towards Y/n, sitting down on the chair beside her bed and tangling our fingers together. Hers were cold and smooth against my rough and larger ones but it soothed me enough to know I could still feel her.

He bowed, "Sir—

"What is it?"

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms behind his back as he shuffled stiffly towards me.

"How is she?" He asked softly, nodding his head towards the princess resting preciously against the white sheets like sleeping beauty.

"Getting there," I kissed her knuckles, "Are there guards outside?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. I want them guarding this room and this ward at all times."

"Yes sir."

"Did you find who did this? Did you find Mido?" I asked coldly. Just her name on my tongue disgusted me and I couldn't the fight images that bursted in my mind of snapping her neck. I growled lowly.

"No, sir. The last eyewitness said she spotted her running down the west wing right before the crowd gathered. Since then, we haven't been able to retrace her steps."

"She's here. The borders are shut down so there's no way she could have left! I want you to tear this castle apart until you find her or are you all to incompetent to know where to look? Do you need my help?"

My aggravation was chipping away at any other emotion I could feel right now. I wanted Mido, I wanted her now, I wanted to destroy her, break apart just like how she broke Y/n. She deserved more than hell and god, when I found her she was going to get everything coming to her.

I squeezed Y/n's fingers lightly as my eyes shifted up to look at her face.

Still so frozen, still so tired.

"Sir, we are trying our best." John tried to console me but it only made me grit my teeth as my fingers ran wildly through my unkept strands.

I laughed weakly, "Your best isn't enough for me. I want her found by sundown or so help me, I will slaughter everyone here. She will be found."

I could see John shaking in fear.

He tried to hide it by giving me a serious, dark look but I noticed the continuous flex in his jaw, his shaky fingers that were now in front of him, the fear pressing against the giant orbs of his eyes. His posture only become stiffer as he cleared his throat again.

"Of course, sir," he said, "But may I ask, in your opinion, where she would go? You know her best out of all of us, her strengths, her weakness. I must ask where we should resume our search."

My eyes snapped to his.

"Are you really that pathetic that you can't search the whole premise? It is your job to find her, not mine, it is your job to search everywhere, not just certain places, fucking everywhere. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

"Sir, I didn't mean to sound ignorant— I just—

"No, you only made yourself look like a fool." I breathed.

"I apologize." He bowed but I didn't acknowledge it, I didn't care enough to.

I stood up abruptly, catching John off guard.

I leaned into Y/n, letting my fingers roam over her delicate face, tracing the corner of her eyelids, the slope of her nose, her pale lips. I kissed her forehead, shutting my eyes, and letting the feeling of her overwhelm me. Though she reeked off hospital and not of her jasmine scent, she was still beautiful, no matter what, she'd always be beautiful.

I placed her hand back onto the sheets and tugged the blanket upwards to her chest to keep her warm.

"I'll be back." I whispered to her gently, eyes flickering over her features long fully before I was pulling away and turning towards John who's eyes held sympathy as he pursed his lips and shook his head softly.

I knew what he was thinking.

Y/n getting injured was a tragedy and if she didn't recover completely, that would also be a tragedy as well but not just for me but for the whole damn castle, for Mido.

She always talked about pain, about not being able to feel anything except for me and my love but the only pain I would inflict on her now would be violence. She wouldn't feel my love anymore, no, she would only know my hatred.

"I will assist you," I told John carefully, tugging at the sleeves of my sweater to cover my hands.

"Sir, please, you don't have to—

"I want her found and seems like I cannot rely on you people so I might as well just rely on myself. This room is to be guarded at all times, do you understand me?"

"Sir—

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

I gave Y/n one last look before I was walking out the room with a purpose.

A purpose to kill.

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End of chap.

Love you guys and I really hope you liked this one. We are coming to the end.

Just realized I've never updated on a Monday before lol.