MSL - Sad

"I'm going to the office today. There are clients I have to meet in the office." Christ looked at me as he tied his tie, while I was still rolling behind a thick blanket on his bed.

"Ok." My nod understands. Christopher Hudson is a very mobile man, he dedicates twenty hours a day to work and only four hours to rest, but since getting to know me, his world has experienced a complete slowdown.

"Call me if you need anything." He adeed while aproached me.

"Ok." I nodded again. Christ pecked my hair then picked up his blazer and leave the room. I rolled back in that thick blanket.

This man, whom I had only known for a few days or weeks, but I had been lying on his bed all night without the slightest sense of awkwardness or fear. Oh... I guess I started going crazy since meeting this guy.

I grabbed my phone and text Ze, I asked her how she was doing. Ze replied quickly, she said today she would be working at the outlet Hudson.Co, alongside all of our friends who worked at bento's uncle's tavern, including Justin, the man who once nearly suffered a nasal fracture from Christ's punch, the owner of the Hudson.co.

Ze asked me where I was and I couldn't tell the truth, I just said that I was currently in a safe place, and once it was over I would see her.

I inched out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. When I set my foot on the bathroom door I felt my hair pulled by someone and my head banged against the wall so hard, that I fell flat with my head throbbing violently. I saw a woman's stilettos shoe that looked very blurry as my vision began to blur and I felt a loud ringing in my ear. Suddenly all went dark.

***

I felt like I was standing in a vast field with no one around me. I only heard someone say my name. "Isabella Stuart." The voice sounded and over and over again. While I ran around to find the direction the sound came from and I didn't find it. The voice sounded quieter, very quiet, until it completely disappeared. I don't hear that voice anymore now.

There was only a gust of breezy air hitting my face and hair to make some flutter on the side of my face. I closed my eyes, feeling such a gentle gust of the wind, such a quiet peaceful atmosphere. But as I opened my eyes, the woman, Lindsey Mc. Kurtney stood before me with a knife in her hand, there was no time to dodge as her hand swung and the knife plunged my chest.

I coughed and roared everything, everyone who was noisy around me while my eyes were open though not wide enough but could see some people in blue clothes, mouth covering masks crowded around me.

I coughed dryly feeling the pain in my chest as well as the tightness of breathing, until someone came and put on a breathing aid until I felt I was getting enough oxygen.

Oh... what happened to me?

***

I don't know how long I've been back in silence, but when I opened my eyes I felt much better than when I first opened my eyes. Even so several times I had recurring dreams about Lindsay Mc. Kurtney with a knife in his hand that swung right in my chest and it was very tormenting to me. Because every time I wake up and realize it's just a nightmare.

I heard even paramedics had to inject sedatives to be able to fall asleep deeply, and I really felt.

As I tried to open my eyes, I saw a man sitting on the edge of the bed of the house where I was lying. He was with a face that began to be overgrown with fine hairs around his jambang and mustache.

"Hey." He smiled when he saw me open my eyes. I need to think about it for a while before I recognize him, Christopher Hudson. He looked unkempt, how long have I been like this?

"Mr. Hudson" I whispered softly, it turned out that I didn't have enough energy to move my fingers, let alone rush into his arms.

I saw her eyes glaze over, she kissed my hand and rubbed my hair. "Are you hirsty?" He asked.

I shook my head, although it felt like my esophagus was so dry, but still being able to get up and see it in a fine state and sitting in front of me, it felt more than enough.

"I'll call a doctor." He said before pressing the button and before long the paramedics arrived. One doctor and two nurses. They checked my condition and asked me to stay laid because the wound on my left abdomen was not good enough. I didn't even notice there was a wound on my left abdomen, where did the wound come from? What did I really experience? I wondered in my heart. Waited until I had enough energy to speak, because until now I still find it a little difficult to breathe without the help of oxygen, so I decided to be quiet.

All I want to do most is keep my eyes open and keep looking at Christopher Hudson. I want to say a lot of things, I want to say that I miss him, miss him very much, I also want him to stay beside me even when I fall asleep because of the injection of sedatives.

***

(Author POV)

A man walked into the treatment room where Isabella Stuart lay in her sleep after receiving an injection of sedatives.

"Mr. Hudson, you can go home to rest."

"I'll stay here." Reject it. It has been six days since the incident of the indiscriminate assault occurred.

That morning Christopher had just walked out of his residence in the car his driver was driving. Five minutes later a white sedan entered the house, who else if not Lindsey Mc. Kurtney. Not just anyone can pass through the security post guarded by more than two people at the entrance gate of Christ's house.

Lindsey went straight in, she even seemed very ordinary when she came to the house. She was wearing a plum-colored blazer with ponytail hair.

"Where's Christ?" He asked a servant who reprimanded him when he entered the house.

"Mr. Hudson just left for his office."

"Oh." The woman even had time to sit in the living room.

"Please bring me a glass of orange juice." He said.

"Okay madam, please sit down."

"Oh yes, I heard that Christ is dating a girl, is that girl here?"

The maid swallowed, if she lied then bad luck would come to her in seconds because Lindsey's anger could have left her battered.

"Cool" His nod. "Where is She?" She asked shortly.

"In Mr. Hudson's room." The maid replied doubtfully.

"Ok." Lindsey smiled. "Bring me the juice right away, I'll wait here."

"Just wait a minute, madam." The maid left from Lindsey's presence and just then the woman who was going through emotional instability climbed into Christ's room, opened the door then found Isabella who was walking with her back to her.

She grabbed Isabella's hair directly and knocked his head against the wall fiercely until the woman staggered and fell to the floor. At that moment Isabella, who had passed out helplessly, was stabbed with a knife that Lindsey had prepared since from her residence. Isabella received one stab in the left abdomen and while about to stab a second time, the suspicious maid did not find Lindsey at the living room table immediately ran to her master's room. Seeing all the incidents she shouted and five bodyguards immediately helped her.

Lindsey was eventually incapacitated, although at the time the atmosphere became very chaotic as Lindsey tried to hurt herself.

Isabella was rushed home in a dying state. She had to receive fourteen stitches in OR on his left abdomen, luckily the knife was short enough that it didn't hurt his lungs and other organs.

The shortness of breath that Isabella suffered because Lindsey had kicked her chest with stilettos, causing the inside of her lungs to suffer internal injuries.

Lindsey is currently in custody on charges of attempted premeditated murder and is being examined with a variety of possibilities including regarding her psychic illness.

Six days since the stabbing and Isabella was only completely declared sober and past her critical period, while during that time Christopher was at home and never left her the slightest item. The whole job in his office he left to his assistant.

Christopher, who usually looked neat, now no longer thinks about himself. He kept hoping that Isabella would be sober and could get through her critical period.

On the second day after the stabbing, Isabella even lost her heart rate and had to do a pacemaker to restore her heart rate.

Back then, for the first time after so many years, Christopher Hudson shed tears. Such a deep regret as to why he left Isabella alone at home that morning. And if Isabella does not survive, then Christopher Hudson will curse himself all his life.