Shadows In Durango

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 her expression

she said, her tone professional but warm. "His vitals are improving rapidly. This is a really good

stepped back, allowing myself to catch a breath, letting them work,

trying so hard - fighting with everything he has left - just to come back to us, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I felt the crushing weight of anxiety lift just a

held on to me,

off, seeing the doctor inject something up in to his arm through a long

hard, Amelia. He's coming

clasped her hands over her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes as she

progress in the moment, as they offered us gentle smiles on their passing leaving just one more nurse behind with the doctor still in the

minutes or even hours... but 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 probably fall back over so don't be alarmed." The doctor turns to face us, peeling off his latex gloves as we both

nods and heads for the door with the last nurse going out

up the silent room, but it

life in the sound now -

the spot and scared to move an inch incase we

the one who managed to pull him back." She tells me,

"Nah he didn't need me. He did this himself. Daryl's always been stronger than me. I

"He needed you

her, but the guilt gnawed at me. Daryl was fighting for his life because of decisions I had made - decisions that led him straight

fall in shallow breaths, the beeping of the machines now a strange sort of comfort

he was

It wasn't over.

Not yet.

passed, maybe more, as the silence settled between Amelia and me as we

were holding our collective breath, waiting for Daryl to make

eyelids, every groan,

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

voice as she quietly slipped out of the

her, but I didn't move from my spot. I stayed by Daryl's side,

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

"You can do this." I encourage, assuming he could hear me

more, his fingers flexing against mine. "That's it! Keep doing what you're

slowly, very painfully, cracked open his

for

voice was barely above a whisper now, my emotions swirling as I

trying to focus on me as he groaned this time,

the faintest sound escaping them, but it was incoherent words that