...Damian POV...I didn't know what was happening. What did I do wrong? Everything was going ok, then suddenly everything changed. I had gotten out of bed to get her some water. I could tell her throat was really dry, and thought the water would help. However, the moment I got out of the bed with her, it was as if an entirely different Haley had been replaced with the one I just had. Instead of leaning into me, she looked as though she was repulsed by me. But worst of all, it looked as though she was afraid of me.What did I do? I began to ask myself, looking back on every detail, wondering if I had unintentionally made her fear me.Seeing her heart monitor react the way it did just by getting closer to her, was like a stab to the heart. I hated that I was making her feel like that. It was more than enough for me to know that I needed to leave. As much as I didn't want to, I knew I had to do it for her. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her. So if she wanted her distance, then i
...Jessica POV...After Damian and Zane left, I stayed in the room watching from the side to see what was going on. I didn't know what had changed. Before her heart monitor had gone off, but once Damian was at her side, she began to calm down. So what changed? How could she be calm in his presence to wishing he was far away from her. As much as I had disliked Damian in the beginning, he had shown how loyal he was to Haley. I could tell he loved her with everything inside him. He never once looked at another woman, even though he had the opportunity. After he realized his mistake, he could've gone back to his manwhore ways. However, he didn't even look at another woman. Rather he continued to stay loyal to her, regardless of all the advances other women gave him. As much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't fault him. So whatever the reason for Haley's reaction, I knew it couldn't have been because of Damian. This must be something deeper.I watched as the nurses attempted to calm her dow
...Damian POV...Zane clapped me on the back before leaving the NICU. I looked over to see Jessica standing on the other side of the window. I realized that Zane must've seen her as well, which is why he left. I watched as he made his way out, and held her in a tight embrace. They began to kiss passionately. I smiled, but looked away. It was a bit more passionate than I would care to see. But I couldn't fault them. We've all been through so much already. I hadn't even once thought of how this was affecting Zane or Jessica. I was simply focused on one thing, and one thing only. Haley. I felt Maverick begin to fall asleep in my arms, and held him close to me. I kissed the top of his head, and looked back to Sienna. Wishing I could hold her in my arms as well. I called one of the nurses over and asked about Sienna's condition."How's Sienna?""She's doing well. But would like to monitor her for a few more weeks to make sure there are no issues. Premature babies are prone to the risk of
...Zane POV...It's been a week since Haley woke up. Her progression has been improving. She speaks to a therapist for a few hours every day. She's also been instructed to write in a journal. The therapist asked her to write down all the memories she has, and together with Jess, myself, and the therapist would sit down to explain what parts were true, and what parts were made up.It didn't really feel like we were making any progress. Haley seemed terrified of my brother, for reasons we couldn't really understand. But from what the therapist could gather, she believes that for months Haley was suffering mental trauma from her own mind. Her mind was creating these delusions as a protective measure. The therapist explained that it had something to do with both a coping mechanism and a way for the patient to help deal with their traumatic experience. It didn't make a lot of sense to me. How could an illusion help a person get over a trauma? Frustrated after a week of what felt like no p
...Haley POV...Ever since I woke up, I've been nothing but confused. Nothing is making sense. I couldn't distinguish between what was real and what wasn't. The memories I had from the time I spent in a coma seemed to outweigh my original memories to the point that everything seemed backwards. I didn't know who I really was, who was with me or against me, nor Damian's true feelings for me. In the end, words were just words. How was I supposed to know what was real and what wasn't? I needed some sort of proof. Something that would put my mind at ease into which decision I had to make.Dr. Matthews had suggested I see a therapist. Dr. Elizabeth Manning was the psychiatrist assigned to me. I had never been to therapy before so I had no idea what to expect. The first few sessions were a bit difficult but soon began to find it easy to talk to her. I found the more I talked to her, the easier it was to understand what was happening to me. She explained that I was suffering from Depersonaliz
My mind was in absolute turmoil. I'd never seen this letter before. But after reading it, I can understand why. Damian must've written it after we went separate ways. I never realized he truly felt that way about me. I was so stunned that I didn't know how to respond. "Haley?" I could hear someone say to me, but it was as if I'd entered a trance-like state. My mind was reeling from this new information, that my mind had completely shut down. Everything around me blurred out of focus. I could hear sounds, but nothing that made sense, or grabbed my attention."Ms. Cunningham?" The voice called out, however, my focus was on the note in my hands."Mr. Stone?" "Can you stop by my office immediately?""I've paged for Dr. Matthews to come here as well.""She's catatonic."The voice said. Yet once again, nothing made sense. The words on the paper began to swirl through my mind followed by a flow of memories. It was as if someone had turned on a tap in my brain, flooding it with every single
...Damian POV...What the actual hell happened? One moment everything was ok, the next, I'm being kicked out of the room as I look at Haley's limp body sitting lifeless in her wheelchair. I hated everything that was happening to her. She looked like a lifeless doll. Seeing her like that made me think of a patient in an insane asylum. Those that would spend the entire day sitting in a chair, barely blinking, and with no other signs of life. I wanted more than anything to hold her in my arms to show her how much I loved her. I hated being away from her. This past week had been absolute hell. I dived headfirst in my work in hopes of distracting myself during the day. At night, I would check over Sienna and Maverick. I would also go to the hospital to check on them whenever Haley was out of the room at one of her appointments. I couldn't afford to see her right now. I don't know what was going on, but she seemed to be experiencing some sort of psychotic break. After Dr. Matthews kicked
I could hear my heart palpitating in my chest. It was beating so strongly that it drowned out the noise from the rest of the room. When she said those words, I thought I had to be dreaming. I walked over to her and crouched beside her bed, not wanting to intimidate her."Are you sure?" I ask, giving her the chance to change her mind. Perhaps she was only asking me to stay, because she didn't realize who I was. Perhaps she thought it was Zane or Jessica. Maybe she only asked me to stay because she felt obligated to say so. I didn't want her to feel as though she had to make me stay, so I wanted her to know that she was truly free to say what was on her mind.Instead of responding, she turned around so that her back was no longer facing me. When she looked in my direction, I saw tears fall from her face. Instantly, I was on my feet, and reached over to wipe away her tears. I caressed her head, and comforted her."Why are you crying?" I asked in a quiet tone, not wanting to scare her."I