Shadows In Durango

Chapter 119

Chapter 119

***** Vincent's POV*****

At first, I thought I was fully imagining it...

That my mind, desperate for any slight sign of life, was playing tricks on me...

But no- the faintest twitch of his fingers in mine was real!

My gasp caught up in my throat, and I held still, afraid to move, afraid to break whatever fragile connection had just been sparked.

"Daryl?!" My voice barely escaped as a whisper, my heart thudding loudly in my ears.

For a moment, there was nothing. The machines kept their steady rhythm, the silence closing in on me again. I gripped his hand tighter, willing him to give me another sign, anything to show me that he was still in there, fighting to come back. Then, just as I was about to lose hope, his eyelids fluttered. It was so small, so quick, that I almost missed it, but it was definitely there.

A flicker of life!

My heart sprung up into my throat next, and I stood up so fast that the chair tipped over behind me with a loud clatter.

"Daryl? Daryl, can you hear me? Whatever you're doing, keep doing it! It's working!" I leaned over the bed, my face inches from his, my hand still gripping his tightly.

"C'mon, man, give me something else..." I plead, not wanting the momentous moment to die out.

His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and I watched, holding my breath as his chest hitched, a faint groan escaping his lips next.

He's responding! He's finally waking up!

The machines around him beeped a little faster, reacting to his movements and sudden change in demeanour, and I felt a surge of hope crash through me like a tidal wave.

I reached for the call button beside the bed, smashing it with more force than necessary as I called for a nurse - pressing it again and again as if that would make them move faster outside.

Dropping it, I rush to the room door, opening it and seeing a half asleep Amelia looking up at me - suddenly startled.

"What's going on Vincent?!" Amelia stammers, leaning forward and dreading to hear any more bad news.

The rush of nurses come speeding down the hallway, as I motion for them all to hurry up...

"He's waking up!" I shouted, my voice shaking with a mix of relief and disbelief all at the same time. "He's waking up, come quick!"

Within moments, the room was a flurry of activity. Nurses rushed in, checking his vitals, adjusting the machines before a doctor arrived shortly after.

me a reassuring nod, though her

but warm. "His vitals are improving rapidly.

breath, letting them work, but my eyes never

and for the first time since this nightmare began,

to my side, lacing her arm around mine as she held on to me, breathless, her eyes wide with hope as we both stood

something up in to his arm

my face. "He's fighting hard, Amelia. He's coming back to us." I state

mouth, tears welling up in her eyes as she

leave, seeming satisfied with his progress in the moment, as they offered us gentle smiles on their passing leaving just one more nurse behind

take minutes or even hours... but just press the button again and the nurses will be with him when he's awake and

for

of the machines filled up the silent room, but it no longer felt as ominous as it had

the sound now - pure

both glued to the spot and

managed to pull him back."

head, my throat tightening with emotion. "Nah he didn't need me. He did this himself. Daryl's always been stronger than me. I just..." I swallowed,

trembling with emotion. "He needed you here, Vincent. You're family to him more than you even

at me. Daryl was fighting for his life because of decisions I had made - decisions that led him straight

machines now a strange

sound meant he was

It wasn't over.

Not yet.

settled between Amelia and me as we just took the time

air in the room felt thick and tense, like we were holding our

of his eyelids, every groan, sent my

to talk him round again?" she said, her voice thick with exhaustion. She gave me a gentle pat on the arm. "You stay here. He'll want to see your face when

she quietly slipped out of

my spot. I stayed by Daryl's side, watching him, silently

hand, finding it to be still limp in mine,

"C'mon, man," I whispered, leaning closer. "You can do this." I encourage, assuming he

against mine. "That's it! Keep

he slowly, very painfully, cracked

but it was enough for me. He was in there, coming back

my emotions swirling as I felt in that moment like I could

eyes shifted, trying to focus on me as he groaned this time, trying to adjust to the light

parted, the faintest sound escaping them, but it was incoherent words that I couldn't begin to make

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