Cassandra's POV

"He is in ICU. He's in a critical condition. They don't know if he's going to make it." Daniel said

Tears run down my cheeks.

A moment when everything was finally perfect was too good to be true. I always thought that the day I give birth, everything would be perfect (except for the labor pains of course). I felt like my world had come to a halt. I know how it feels like not to have a father and I wouldn't wish that on anyone, especially not my children.

"I need to see him," I wiped.

"I'm sorry you can't, they not accepting any visitors right now. Besides, you just gave birth." Daniel said.

Lynne stood from her seat and sat beside me, she rubbed my back slowly in a circular motion.

I tried to remain calm but I just couldn't get the feeling that something was wrong out of my chest.

As I attempted to stand, Daniel and Lynne, stopped to me.

"You can't get up now, you need to rest." Daniel insisted.

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A couple of minutes later, we were sitting in the waiting room, still no news about Xavier. After insisting and a nearly heated argument, they finally agreed to allow me to wait with everyone else.

Right now it was all I could think about.

Doctors and nurses were passing in and out of the room shaking their heads. I kept my hands together, praying and hoping that he would wake up.

Soon a doctor walked out of Xavier's room and towards us.

He was a small Indian man in his late 50s, he was plump with a mustache that reminded me of Jim Carrey.

"How is he doctor?" I asked frantically.

"Mr. Kingsley is in a critical condition, he lost a lot of blood. He needs more blood, we have already used up all of the hospital supply. We don't have any more of his blood type. We are trying to find a donor, someone with a B+ blood type, or we could lose him." The doctor said.

"I'm a B+, I could donate." Daniel offered, getting up quickly from his seat.

"Have you had any medication or any alcohol consumption in the last 24 hours?" the doctor asked

I knew the moment he turned away, avoiding eye contact that he had been drinking. A could smell the alcohol from a distance.

He turned away, running his hands through his hair causing his shirt to hike up revealing his abs.

"We need a donor right now!" The doctor said in a panic.

I wish I could help him, but there was nothing I could do. Even if I was his blood type, I had just lost a lot of blood giving birth.

Just as the doctor turned around walking away, Benjamin stood up volunteering. Until now, I hadn't noticed he was here.

"I'm an O+, I'm pretty sure I can donate to anyone," he said.

"Did you take any medication or alcohol in the last 24 hours?" The doctor asked again.

He shook his head no.

"Then come with me," The doctor said pulling him away.

I turned to look at him and muttered, "Thank you," as he walked away.

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After nearly an hour, Benjamin came back holding a juice box to his lips, after donating his blood.

The doctors hadn't said much since then, but we knew he was definitely out of danger. The doctors were keeping us in suspense not telling us exactly how he was.

Luckily, the bullet hit his shoulder and not his lung or any vital organ. He just lost a lot of blood. So he'll probably make it out alive. Nevertheless, we were still waiting anxiously in the waiting room.

"He is awake," The doctor announced with enthusiasm.

I nearly jumped out of my wheelchair in relief.

He's an ass but apart from everything he was a good person. Maybe it was just the circumstances that we were in that made him a cold and irrational person, or maybe that same situation made me realize who he really was.

"He wants to see you, Cassie," The doctor said, facing me with a grin.

I nodded my head anxiously, a small smile forming.

Now that he was awake I'm not so sure I wanted to talk to him.

The doctor led the way to his room. Xavier was now out of the ICU and was moved to another room.

I pushed the wheels to my wheelchair to his room.

The room was painted in a light shade of blue with matching curtains.

Xavier was laying on the hospital bed, his eyes half-open. He had an IV drip on his arm.

His eyes widened at the sound of my wheelchair. He forced a smile, taking all the strength he had left.

I couldn't help but cry as I approached his bed. A lot has happened in the past nine months.

I parked my wheelchair next to his bed, silently. We both stood quiet for a while, a moment ago I felt like I had so much to say to him and now I couldn't even get one word out.

"How are you feeling?" I asked breaking the silence.

"A bit numb, I can barely feel my arm. Even with all this pain medication, my shoulder still hurts," he said.

"How are our babies?" He mumbled in pain.

"They are amazing," I said recalling their faces.

"Cassie, I'm sorry for everything that has happened in the past nine months and even before that. I was an ass I should have treated you better like I promised I would. I should have believed in you despite what everyone else said. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me." He said.

I nodded my head, not knowing what to say.

Despite everything, I was still mad at him. I went through a lot and it's not something I can easily forgive him for.

I didn't want to tell him that now, not after he had just gone through surgery. But as soon as he was discharged from the hospital, I was going to make sure he feels like an ass about it.

I reached out for this hand, squeezing it tightly.

"I just wish we could reset the clock and restart our marriage all over again, with children." He said.

He turned to make eye contact but I quickly drifted my eyes away. I pulled my hand away from his.

"I don't think it's ever going to work out between us," I said.

I cared about him, but the only feelings I had left for him was because he was the father of my children, everything else was gone.

"We've both been through so much, things we could have avoided. That just shows we don't work well together." I say

"Please Cassie, I don't know how to be without you," he says his eyes tearing up.

"You will have to learn how to. I need to make something out of my life first. I don't want to be dependent on anyone. Maybe we can try our relationship again in the distant future after we both grow into better people but as of right now, I deserve better." I say.

He remained quiet for a while, lost in his thoughts.

Before I could say another word, Daniel barged in. The doctor walking behind him. Daniel looked more derived than ever, his usually tucked in shirt untucked, breathing heavily.

"What is it?" I asked.

I knew whatever it was couldn't be good. As I turned to look at him, he looked away quickly avoiding eye contact.

"You not going to like this," Daniel said.

"Just say it," Xavier said, his teeth clenched as if the pain was overwhelming him.

"Your children are missing, someone kidnapped them."

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