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

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

us, and for the

came to my side, lacing her arm around mine as she held on to me, breathless, her eyes wide with

something up

my face. "He's fighting hard, Amelia. He's coming

over her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes as

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

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

out, as he nods and heads for the door

the machines filled up the silent room, but it

was life in the sound now -

to the spot and scared to move an inch incase we disrupted

softly. "You're the one who managed to pull him back." She tells me, as I

need me. He did this himself. Daryl's always been stronger than me. I just..."

with emotion. "He needed you here, Vincent. You're

was fighting for his life because of decisions I had made - decisions that led him straight into

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

meant he was

It wasn't over.

Not yet.

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

were holding our collective breath, waiting for Daryl to make his

twitch of his eyelids, every groan, sent my heart racing with

nauseous in here, maybe you can try to talk him round again?"

as she quietly slipped out of the room, leaving me alone

felt colder, emptier without her, but I didn't move from my spot. I stayed by Daryl's side, watching him, silently urging him to fight just a

his hand, finding it to be still limp in mine, before it

closer. "You can do this." I encourage, assuming he

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

stuck dreaming, he slowly, very painfully, cracked open his eyelids just a

unfocused, hazy, but it was enough for me. He

above a whisper now, my emotions swirling as I felt in that moment

as he groaned this time, trying to adjust to the

but it

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