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.

of them gave me a reassuring nod, though her

"His vitals are improving rapidly. This is

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

and for the first time since this nightmare began, I felt the crushing weight of

on to me, breathless, her eyes wide with hope as we both stood back to

inject something up in to his

face. "He's fighting hard,

welling up in her eyes as

as they offered us gentle

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

nods and heads for the door with the last nurse

but it no longer felt as ominous as it

life in the sound now - pure

we were both glued to the spot and scared

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

Daryl's always been stronger than me. I just..." I

grip firm yet trembling with emotion. "He needed you here, Vincent. You're family to

guilt gnawed at me. Daryl was fighting for his life because of decisions I had made - decisions that

of the machines now a strange

sound meant he was still

It wasn't over.

Not yet.

Amelia and me as we just

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

of his eyelids, every groan, sent

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 your face when he

voice as she quietly slipped

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

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

I whispered, leaning closer. "You can do this." I encourage, assuming

mine. "That's it! Keep doing what you're doing!" I state, longing

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

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

my emotions swirling as I

focus on me as he groaned this

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

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