The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

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Rosie was supposed to be here over forty minutes ago, yet she hasn't arrived yet. According to the GPS, there is no traffic, so I don't know what's taking her so long to arrive. I tried calling her, but she didn't pick up. This makes me on pins and needles. Rosie always picks up whenever I call, so to have her disappear like that is causing my nerves to be all over the place. "Dude, chill. She is probably on her way," my friend attempts to calm me down.

I don't want to be pessimistic, but I have a strong feeling that something is wrong. I don't have Kendall's number, so I can't even call her. I should have had her number saved. I hate how helpless I feel. There must be something I can do to get to her. My eyes are glued to my phone, hoping I can see her name on the screen, I don't know for how long I've been staring, but when my phone rings, I jump up from my place. Why is Emily calling me? This cannot be good.

Hesitantly, I answer. "Hello, Emily."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Maybe I'm just thinking of the worst. Maybe there is some sort of surprise Rosie is preparing for me and she just wants her mum to get me to go somewhere for the surprise.

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"Silas." She sniffs and my heart sinks. This is surely not good. "Rosie had a terrible accident." I knew something was wrong.

"What accident? When? She told me she was coming." I'm already on my way to the car. Everything is spinning around me. I cannot think straight.

"She was on her way back to you, but a car hit hers and... I don't know the rest," Emily is crying over the phone.

"Which hospital? I'm coming now!" My heart is threatening to jump out of my chest. Maybe Émily is just exaggerating because it's daughter. Maybe this isn't a bad accident.

My Rosie survived an explosion. I'm sure she can survive it. She is a fighter. She wants to go to Italy. She isn't going to miss this trip. There are a lot of cheesy romantic kisses she wants me to give her and I'm certain she's not going to throw this opportunity away. The hospital isn't far away from where I am, so it takes me less than twenty minutes to get there. The moment I arrive, I call Emily to know where she is. "I'm here. Where are you?" I'm breathless. I just want to lay my eyes on Rosie to make sure that she's okay. I want to take her in my arms and let her sweet scent hit me. the reception. I'm coming," she tells me before hanging up. I wait anxiously for her to appear in front of me. Millions of thoughts are running through my head and none of them is positive. Negativity is taking over me and I can't silence it.

"Stay at

"Silas" I turn around and find Emily. This is the worst state I've ever seen her in. Her face is puffy and her hair is messily pulled back. I approach her and when I get closer, a sob escapes her. I pull her into a gentle hug and she holds onto me as her body shakes. I'm scared of asking her why she's crying like that. I don't know what to expect. No, my expectations are all terrible and I'm scared of voicing them out. My tongue is heavy and as I rub Emily's back, I try to speak, but I can't. I'm petrified. I'm not ready to hear her telling me that Rosie is between life and death

"H-how's Rosie?" I stutter as she moves away from me. I need to know what's wrong with the girl I love.

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"The doctors say that it's a miracle she's alive. The accident was so bad. Julian saw the car and it's all crumpled," she tells me as she wipes her tears.

I breathe out in relief. Rosie is alive. I haven't lost her.

"Where is Rosie? Can we see her?" I ask Emily, but she shakes her head. Why is she shaking her head? Haven't she just said that she's alive?

"She's in surgery. They say that she's in a critical condition. She lost a lot of blood." My heart shatters upon hearing that. No, she's going to be okay. She's going to make it. I know my girl. She is a beautiful fighter who can do anything she wants. She has a strong will and

this is one of the things I love about her.

"She's going to make it. I don't understand why you're crying. Rosie is one of the strongest people I've ever met in my entire life." How does she not know her daughter? I don't understand why she's acting like that. She's going to make it. Even if we're going to postpone our trip, that's okay. She's going to get out of the hospital and we're going to make sure that she's all good and healthy, then we can go wherever she wants. "Come with me," she mumbles as she rubs my arm.

I follow her, trying to push away from my mind any negative thoughts. I don't want to allow my mind to wander into any negative area.

I find Julian in the waiting room and take a seat beside him.

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"She's going to be okay," I find myself telling him. I have a strong belief that she's going to walk out of this place all well and healthy.

"They said that they would do everything in their power. The accident was terrible," he says. He sounds like his spirit has left his body, as if I'm talking to a robot.

"She didn't want to tell you when it happened because she didn't want to scare you, but did explosion?" I need them to believe that she's strong enough to make it.

you

know that she

survived an

""What explosion?" He frowns, looking at me.

"Around November, I think. She was at a pizza place and an explosion happened at that place due to a gas leak. She survived with a mild concussion, a gash on her palm, and a small wound on her temple." Y didn't she tell us?" Emily asks. didn't want you to worry," I reply.

My parents arrive in fifteen minutes. We wait for a while and I try to stay calm even though I want to break down. But if I break down, Emily's going to get worse. She is a mess and Julian is doing his best to comfort her. Julian isn't okay, but he's holding himself together for her.

I don't know how long I've been waiting, but when I see two doctors walking towards us, I stand up quickly. I don't know what they're about to say, but I'm scared. There's only one thing I want to hear. I want them to tell me that she's okay and we can take her home within a day or two. "We managed to stop the bleeding. She's stable now, but we're going to monitor her for the next twenty-four hours to make sure that she's okay." The way Emily breathes makes me think that she has been holding her breath for hours.

"Can we please see her?" I request. I want to lay my eyes on her face. If I cannot talk to her, I, at least, want to look at her. You may look at her from the window, but you can't enter the ICU," one of the doctors tells me. I will take what I can get. I'm sure that seeing her is going to ease my burning heart. I'm sure it's going to alleviate my pain.

We all walk to the ICU and stand behind the window. I suck in a breath when I see her. She is hooked to many machines and

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her face has many bruises. I remind myself that she's going to be okay and that she made it. All of these are going to fade over time.

I want to hold her hand and feel her skin against mine. It may seem silly but touching her will provide me with the assurance I need to remind myself that she's still here.

"We should all go home. It's no use staying here," Mum says, placing her hand on Emily's shoulder.

"I don't want to leave her on her own." She sniffs, her eyes not parting from the glass window.

"Staying here won't benefit her, honey. We will come first thing in the morning," Julian speaks gently to his wife. When she looks at him, he brings his fingers to her face and wipes her tears. "I promise we will be here early, yeah?" Julian says as his wife hides her face in his chest. The way he holds and comforts her speaks a million words about the love he has for this

woman.

Just like how it's not easy for Emily to leave. It's not easy for me to leave too. I don't want Rosie to spend the night on her own here. I know that she's not going to wake up until tomorrow but this isn't enough for me to go; however, I know my parents won't let me stay here. I stare at my injured girl for a few more seconds before I force myself to walk away from the window. I'm not sure if I'm going to sleep tonight, but I'm sure that I'm going to be here the moment the sun rises. A

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