"For three days you were not here with me." He said lowly" If you were to go then you would take me with you."

The dampness of my cries reached my chest, and I could feel my tears soak the hospital gown as I repeated "I’m so sorry."

"I could have lost you. I have never been so fucking petrified in my life." He said as he held on tighter to my weakened body "Then again nothing in my life has ever meant so much to me."

The ache in my chest worsened and I could not help but take one hand that was wrapped around him and clutched my chest. The physical anguish was nothing at that moment as what hurt most was to see him hurt.

"Ella." He said so quietly that I almost did not hear him "Are you scared of me?"

"Of course, I’m not." I shook my head "I could never be scared of you."

He sighed in relief and pulled me back to him.

I rambled on "I am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I do not—"

"There is nothing you need to be sorry about." He told me as he wiped my tears away "I just cannot bare to see you this way."

I was right earlier. I could not hurt him anymore. I had to end us.

"How does this always happen?" I let out a sigh and then breathed him in.

"What always happens, baby?"

I pulled back and stared up at him "I try to fight it. I try to push you away. I try so hard, but I always end up in your arms."

"Because that is where you belong." He said to me sternly like it was some sort of universal truth "You belong with me. Always."

"Stone?" I called quietly, knowing that there was a massive elephant in the small hospital room "You would not hurt anybody outside of the fight, would you?"

He frowned when I moved back from his embrace. I decided to remain on his lap, but he did not look content that I was away from him.

The question made him stay silent until he could come with an answer "We do not need to talk about this now."

"Yes. We do."

"I am going to kill Chase." He declared nonchalantly.

"He should not have told the police." I agreed

"I do not give a fuck about that." He growled "I told him not to even think about you let alone approach you. He has the nerve to speak with you and think he can try and take you from me."

I did not get angry. My voice was neutral when I pointed out "Maybe you should have told me then. Why didn't you?"

"I did not want to risk losing you." He uttered in his deep voice "I can’t lose you."