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.

them gave me a reassuring nod, though

professional but warm. "His vitals are improving

allowing myself to catch a breath, letting them work, but my eyes

left - just to come back to us, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I felt

to me, breathless, her eyes

he...?" She trails off, seeing the doctor inject something up

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

up in her eyes as she looked down at Daryl. "Oh, Thank God," she whispered.

leave, seeming satisfied with his progress in the moment, as they offered us gentle smiles

just press the button again and the nurses will be with him when he's awake and needs anything. When he wakes up, he will feel exhausted and will

and heads for the door with the last nurse going out at his

the silent room, but it no longer felt as ominous as it

the

as though we were both glued to the spot and scared to move an

managed to pull him back." She tells me, as I glance

"Nah he didn't need me. He did this himself. Daryl's always been stronger than me. I just..." I swallowed, struggling to find the words. "I just didn't want him to

"He needed

at me. Daryl was fighting for his life because

and fall in shallow breaths, the beeping of the machines now

was still

It wasn't over.

Not yet.

silence settled between Amelia and me as we just took the time

and tense, like we were holding our

eyelids, every groan,

voice soft. "I think... I think I'll go and get some air, I feel a little nauseous in here, maybe you can try 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

quietly slipped

my spot. I stayed

reached down for his hand, finding it to be still limp in mine,

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

"That's it!

slowly, very painfully, cracked open his eyelids just

enough for me. He was in there,

now, my emotions swirling as I felt in that

groaned this time,

it was incoherent words that I

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