Chapter 38

                                    

                                          
Zoey p.o.v

Entering the apartment mom and I lived in for year's now, the silence that welcomed me was deafening. The coldness of the living brought goosebumps on my body, the memory of when I was daytime kidnapped flash before my eyes. 
I shrink back as sudden fear engulf me, I shook my head rapidly to push back the fear. 
I wanted a quiet rest that's why I begged the driver to bring me here, I don't know if this is a wise choice with the lurking threats. But I want a moment to myself, my personal space to breathe without anyone asking me if I'm okay or just checking up on me. 
I need to reflect on myself. 
I walked further inside the house, dropping my bag on the couch then went to the kitchen. The whole place is untouched, just the way it was when I was here last. 
Mom hasn't been staying here, that means Marco had people clean this house constantly because everything is neat and clean. 
I took a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping down it content directly from the bottle. 
"I'm hungry." I muttered to myself when my stomach grumbled in remainder. 
"I will just freshen up and take a nap first." I am too tired to even whipped up something to eat, I crave for my bed. 
Without wasting any more time, I left the kitchen pick my bag from the couch and head to my room. 
I was half asleep by the time I finish bathing, I wear a tank top and a short. The second my back hits the bed, I was knocked out. 





I woke up from a well deserved rest, I was still feel groggy but I forced my self out of bed. It was lightly dark outside, I checked my phone and it was past six already. 
I gasped, shocked. I have been sleeping for six whole hours, I jumped down from my bed. I dressed up, pick up my phone from the bed, and bag and house keys and made my way out of my room.
I came out of my room hastily, my heart pounding in my chest. I had overslept, and the thought of being late to the hospital sent waves of anxiety crashing over me.
His mother had promised to take care of him, assuring me that she would keep me updated on his condition. But despite her comforting words, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I should be there myself. I needed to see him, to hold his hand and offer him whatever solace I could.
As I walked into the living area, my eyes fell upon Camila and Isabella, both of them wearing gentle smiles. They had were lazily sat on the sofa, waiting for me to wake up I guess.
"Hey," Camila greeted me softly, her warm eyes filled with concern. "We made you some food. You haven't eaten since morning."
Her words struck a chord within me, reminding me of my own neglect. I had been so consumed by worry that I had forgotten to take care of myself.
My stomach made a rumbling sound which made me remember I was actually woken up by hunger. I haven't had anything to eat, except the sandwich and coke I had for breakfast in the hospital.  
But now, as I looked at the plate of food in front of me, I realized how famished I truly was.
"Thank you guys." I offered a weak smile in appreciation, they are very thoughtful. Only God knew how I needed to eat, and sat down at the table. 
As I savored each bite, my mind wandered back to Marco. I wondered how he was holding up, whether he was feeling scared or lonely.
"You love him." Camilla stated matter of fact breaking the silence that has stretch between us as I ate in silence. 
I almost choked on my food as I swallow harshly. I lift my gaze up to found both of them staring back at me like a hawk. 
"Excuse me?" I frowned at them, trying to get rid out the blush that has stained my cheeks. 
"You heard me, you love him." She repeated. "Why don't you tell him how you feel, it's obvious you still love him. We all saw how worried and scared you are for him, how you took care of him and how your eyes lit up with love each time you stare at him." Camilla explained  drawing closer to me as if to make me realize the love I already know I have for Marco. 
"Yeah, like how you didn't leave his side for three days." Isabella added. 
I sighed speechless, I don't have words to say so I just stare at them. 
"Zoey, I may not understand what happen between the two of you years ago but I do understand the love between you guys." Camilla smiled mischievously. 
I watched both of them, and I suddenly felt lucky to have them by my side and the sisterly bond between us. I have always wished to have siblings, and these two has been just that to me and I couldn't be more grateful. 
"I do love Marco." I finally said it out loud, I heard them gasped at my revelation, Isabella even went as far as doing a happy dance while Camilla had her hand over her mouth. 
"And I will tell him how I feel too." I continued, adding to their joy. 
"Thank you Zoey." They chorused and hugged me. 
"Now I have to feed this baby." I said tapping my stomach. "And you two aren't supposed to be talking about stuffs like this." I scold them. 
"When it concern you and Marco, I think we can." Isabella said causing the three of us to laughing. 
After finishing my meal, Camila and Isabella insisted with driving me to the hospital. They understood the depth of my worry, and they knew how important it was for me to be there for Marco. 
As we arrived at the hospital, my steps quickened with a renewed sense of purpose. I knew that Marco was in good hands, but I also knew that my presence would provide him with an extra source of strength. I would hold his hand, and reassured myself that he's still here with me. 
Entering the hospital room, the first thing I noticed was the figure that was sitting on the hospital bed. His attention snap to the door, my breath hitched as I stared at him shocked to the core. 
"Marco?" I breath out, it all felt like the time is slowed down as I raced to him. I didn't about the people around, I hugged him to myself tightly while I sob. 
I cried because I was overjoyed and I cried because he hugged me back as if he's life depends on it.