Judas kiss

It had been a long day that turnt into a long night. The doctors were not saying anything, they kept going in and out. Della was frozen, she didn't know what she was feeling..?fear, guilt??She held onto Andre with all her might. She loved the comfort and warmth his body provided. He whispered things like—

'Are you hungry?'

'Everything will be fine, Ma belle.'

'Whatever happens, I'm here for you.'

He even accompanied her to the bathroom. He didn't care that the sign said 'ladies' as he waited for her inside while browsing through his emails. He gave her a small smile when she returned in his arms. With his oversized Armani blazer on her shoulders, Andre thought she looked adorable. He was concerned, the eyebags under her eyes..?she looked tired.

When they returned to their ward.

"Della, Dr. Schmidt said he wanted to talk to us. I decided to wait for you." Garreth paused. "Whatever it is we can go through it together."

Andre decided to distance himself. He wasn't sure how Garreth felt about him but he was here for Della. He didn't care what anyone thought of it but he did respect their privacy.

"Is it bad?" She questioned in a panicked tone.

"I don't know, he just said he need to speak to us in his office."

"Can Andre come, I want him beside me." Della said almost immediately.

"Of course dear, he is family."

For some odd reason Della smiled, even though the fear still ate at her. The fear of whatever the doctor had to say. Andre was relieved, it was a good feeling finally getting her father's approval.

They waited in Doctor Schmidt's office anticipating the worst. The nurses had told them that he said he would be back shortly. Della could only think about the words she had relentlessly said out of anger. She did mean them and she had been wanting to say them for a long time but as of now.. she kind of regretted it. Della was pretty sure, Marcela was listening.. if she wasn't then why did she react the way that she did. Marcela has always been a drama Queen like a villain in telenovela.

"My apologies..." A bald man with a khaki envelope and white coat entered the room. "There was a patient, I had to attend to almost immediately. I hope you didn't wait too long?"

"Not at all.." Garreth said.

Andre was quietly running circles on Della's hand with his thumb. Yes, he was allowed to be in the room but he wasn't going to push it by saying something unwanted. He preferred to be quiet and comforting towards Della.

"Well, I guess I won't beat around the bush." He sighed. "I have good news and bad news—"

At this point, Garreth and Della were shivering with anticipation. Garreth didn't want to show any weakness but his right leg was shaking. He wouldn't be able to handle it—

Della had Andre.

"The good news is we managed to save Marcela. She is stable, we were just taking a few tests on her."

taking out his handkerchief dabbing softly on his eyes. He didn't know where the tears were coming

a coma depends on what caused the coma and how badly the

she alright?" Garreth

they were before— they can remember what happened to them before the coma and can do everything they

don't tell

also have problems with speaking.." He paused, a sign of disappointment. All eyes were on him. "I managed to get some blood samples and X-rays. All seems to be well but when I decided to speak to the Patient. She seemed disoriented and that's perfectly normal for someone who just got out of a coma. My concern is when I asked her to speak, she struggled. I also asked her to raise her arms which she did very well but when I asked the same for her legs... she failed dismally. I could tell she was struggling. I'm not sure about her memory but I would like you to visit her room and to maybe ask if she knows or remembers one of you then we can go

did this to herself but Della couldn't help but think who would care for her? She was

physiotherapy, I will refer you to one of the best in that field and well as a speech therapist.. to help her talk. You have to understand, she is back to being a toddler. You have to have a lot of patience.

Silence...

and patience. A lot of progress will be made. They may not be exactly the way they were before the coma but... they can still do many things and enjoy life and the simple things

she will be discharged?" Garreth questioned

it two weeks. As long as she attends the sessions I suggested with the Physiotherapist to help her

questioned, this made Andre give her

I'd love to think she will be able to walk and talk perfectly within two months or so. I presume another reason why this coma has had

go see

to see if she still remembers how to write or read so maybe we find

burden, when will she ever give Della a break. She was tied of taking care of

into the room. Marcela was writing something down then she handed it to the

Doctor Schmidt

write the name Lyle, nothing more doctor!" She

there, Garreth, Della and Andre knew that she

doing Marcela?

She nodded.

skin making itself visible after being hidden under all that make up for a long time. Her lips seemed dry, her black silky hair that had been dyed streaks of red was tied in a pony tail. She looked so different and vulnerable. Her knuckles looked very bony so did

do you remember me? I came to see you a few minutes ago. Marcela is your name and that's

Della then

immediately shook her

Garreth. "This is your right and that is your left." He said

grabbed the notebook the

to see my husband and my son... I don't

the doctor who quickly read through. He was surprised, he could tell the anger that radiated even from her handwriting. Doctor Schmidt decided not to say anything. This seemed offensive, he remembered how these were the only people that had been concerned with

is tired. I will allow visits as

been given by her mother confirmed it. Whatever Marcela has written on that

she is alive." Garreth

guess, we should probably all go

though, I would rather be

something really important to tell you but I don't think now is the time.." she paused. "Isn't