Chapter 82: Regrets.

Pancho POV

“Becca please, open your eyes my love, open your eyes, Stay with me!.” I bellowed, squeezing her hand in mine as the nurses wheeled in Becca to the operating room.

“You can’t come in sir.” They restricted and then closed the door behind them.

I grabbed a handful of hair in my hands slumping onto the chair.

“Pancho!.”

I looked up, it was Ma’am Serena and Matteo, her son.

I called her in the ambulance to inform of her what happened.

Damien, Hernando and mom also rushed in after them, I also called him and Theodore.

“How is she? How is my Becca?.” She cried out, looking in my eyes with desperation.

I couldn’t reply her as my mouth was even too heavy to speak. I bit my lips hard trying to fight back my tears, it failed.

There was no stopping them, I was vulnerable at this point and I don’t even care.

All I care about is my woman inside that operating room fighting for her life right now.

My heart sank at the thought of even probably losing her.

“I can’t lose you Becca.” I whi