Chapter 50

Christopher got back from his outstation work and decided to surprise Emilyn. He arrived bright and early, he rang her doorbell, but no answer. He tried multiple times, but still nothing.

Christopher called her on the phone, but nothing. So, he decided to call Ana.

"Hey, Ana. I'm Christopher." He said, "Is Emilyn with you? She's not answering her calls."

"Where are you?" Ana asked

"I'm at her house."

"Stay right there," Ana said. Christopher can hear the shuffling of sheets. "I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Did something happen? What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'll tell you when I get there," Ana said and ended the call.

Christopher waited for Ana to arrive, soon she came, running down the hallway with Finley.

"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Christopher asked them.

"Grandma Lou passed away last night," Finley told him.

Christopher's face froze and his mouth slightly opened. "Why didn't you guys tell me?" He said.

"Whatever you want to ask, we will answer later." Ana interrupts. "Now, we have to find Emilyn." She opens the door.

"Check her room first," Christopher said when they got into the house. They all rush to her room, but no sign of her anywhere.

"Uhm...guys, do you hear water sounds?" Finley said.

Christopher looks at Ana, and they both answered, "Yeah." Everyone rushed out and head to the bathroom.

"Emilyn, are you in there?" Ana knocked on the door. "Emilyn, I'm Ana. If you are in there make a sound." No reply from the inside, Christopher starts to worry.

"I'm going in," Christopher said.

"No." Finley stop him, "What if..."

"I'm going in, what if something happened to her," Christopher said with a firm voice. "I'm going in."

Finley steps back and gives space. Christopher turns the handle, "is lock." He turns it again. "Ana, do you know where is their master key?"

"No," Ana shakes her head.

"Step aside, I'm going to kick it open," Christopher told them. With two forceful kicks, the door opens.

Ana gasped as she enters the bathroom first, Christopher and Finley followed behind her. The shower is on, and Emilyn curled up on the floor with the shower continuously flowing down on her.

Christopher stopped the shower and crouched down next to her, "Emilyn, Emilyn." He hit her cheeks lightly to get her to wake up. "Angel, wake up." No response.

"Here take this." Ana passes Christopher the towel. Quickly, he wraps it around her soaked body, lifting her and carry her to the room. He lay her down on the bed and said, "Ana, get her warm. I'm going to call the doctor." Christopher excuse himself out of the room. Finley follows him out to give them privacy.

After Christopher made the call, he knocks on the door, "can I come in?"

"Yeah," Ana called out. Christopher pushes the door in to see his angel all dry and covered with many layers of blanket.

"She is still cold, I hope this could warm her up," Ana said.

"How could this happen?" Christopher asked, walking towards the bed. When he reached her bed, he held her hands from underneath the blanket, giving some warmth to her.

"We shouldn't have left her here alone. After we came back to the house, we ask to stay over but she wanted to be alone." Ana continues. "Then we left her."

"We shouldn't have left her by herself," Ana said softly.

The doorbell rang before Christopher can say anything, "that must be the doctor, I'll get it."

"Good morning, doctor Judy." He greets her.

"Morning, Mr Evans. Where is the patient?"

"Follow after me." Christopher leads Doctor Judy towards Emilyn's room. All three of them stand to the side and let the doctor do her job.

"She has a high fever, so keep her warm and here is some medicine for her. Take 2 tablets morning and night."

"Thank you, doctor." Christopher takes medicine from her.

"If there's anything, just give me a call." Doctor Judy said. Then, Christopher escorts her out of the house.

"We shouldn't have left her alone," Christopher heard Ana said when he walked into the room. "We should just stay with her, even if she doesn't want us to."

"Don't blame yourself, no one would have known," Christopher said. "When did you guys left her alone? Why didn't you call me immediately?"

"We weren't thinking, we were grieving on Grandma Lou," Ana said. "It was a really tiring day for all of us and an unfortunate one." Ana sigh. "When we drop Emilyn home, it was like around 11 pm."

"That's like 6 or 7 hours she has been in the shower." Christopher said; Ana gasped, and Finley pull her towards him into a hug.

"How's the procedure for the funeral?"

"Emilyn signed the papers that the hospital requires her to, but the service...." Finley stops for a while and then continues, "I was going to handle it today."

"Let me help you with it," Christopher offered.

"Thanks," Finley said. "I'll go fixed her some food when she wakes up." With that, Finley left the room, leaving Christopher and Ana.

"Thank you for being there with her," Christopher told Ana.

"She was devastated, I've never seen her like that before. When Grandma Lou flatline, Emilyn she was frantic. After the doctor declared the time of death, she doesn't want to accept it." Ana wipes her tears with her sleeves.

"I don't know what's going to happen when she wakes up. But promise me one thing." Ana turns to face Christopher. "Promise you will always be there with her, she's going to need it. No matter how many times she pushes you away, don't leave."

"I promised," Christopher said without hesitating.

"As you can see, she's stubborn. Doesn't want to trouble anyone." Ana said.

"I know, her grandma told me this before."

"Thank you Christopher for being with her. I trust you with Emilyn." Christopher gave Ana a nod.

***

Emilyn woke up, but she's having some trouble getting out of the blankets. "You are awake." Christopher walks into the room. He walks towards her and touches her forehead. "Still warm." Emilyn watched every move that Christopher makes.

"I'm going to get you your medicine," Christopher told her. Before he could take a step, Emilyn places her hands on his wrist. "What's wrong? Do you have a headache? Dizziness?"

Emilyn tried moving the blanket off of her, pulling her leg out of the blanket.

"You shouldn't be out of bed," Christopher told her. Once Emilyn's feet touch the floor, she wraps her arms around Christopher's waist and squeezes tight.

"She's gone." She said softly repeatedly.

"I know." He strokes her hair soothingly. Christopher then felt her body shake and hiccups coming from her. Christopher let her cry it all out while comforting her with words.

Emilyn cried until she was exhausted. Christopher can feel her grip loosened and slowly lift her and place her back on the bed. Covering her with one blanket instead of two, kissing her forehead before leaving the room.

Later in the afternoon, Emilyn woke up again. Her eyes adjusted to the light and scan the room. She found Christopher on her chair, with his laptop on her desk.

Christopher then turns around to check on Emilyn, and he found her awake and staring at him. "Hi," He said. "You need to take your medicine." Christopher took a bag from the desk and walked towards Emilyn.

"Here you need to take two." He places the pills on the palm of her hands. "I'll be back with water," Christopher said and left the room.

Once he's back, he passes Emilyn the glass of water, but she didn't take it. "You have to take it." Christopher gestures towards the pills in her hand; Emilyn just stared at it.

"Angel, take the pills for your fever." He said. Christopher touched her forehead and said, "still warm, take it and you feel much better."

Emilyn shakes her head and stretches her hands out that have the pills towards Christopher.

"No, you have to take it." Christopher pushes her hands back to her. "Just take it and you will feel much better, please," he begged.

Emilyn sigh and dump the pills into her mouth. Christopher quickly passes her the glass of water for her to swallow.

"Good girl, I'm going to get your food. Don't move." He ordered her before leaving the room.

Christopher then returns with a hot bowl of soup. "Finley cook this for you, he said is your favorite." Christopher pulled the chair in front of her desk, next to her bed.

"Open." He told her, but Emilyn kept her mouth close. "Angel, you have to eat. Ana told me you haven't eaten since last night and you have been sleeping for hours."

"Please just a few spoons." He told her. Emilyn still refused to open her mouth; she turned around and slides down onto her bed and cover the blanket above her head.

Christopher sigh, "When you are feeling hungry, just come to the kitchen." Christopher stood up from her bed, and with one last look, he heads out.

***

"She still not eating?" Christopher asked when Ana came out of the room. Ana shook her head.

Both Ana and Finley have been in her room persuading her to eat, but she still wouldn't eat.

"She doesn't want to listen or talk to us. She just wants to be buried in her blanket." Ana sigh. "What are we going to do Finley?" Finley wrapped one arm around Ana's shoulder.

Christopher took the bowl from Ana's hands, "if you hear any shouting, don't come in."

"What are you going to do?" Finley asked curiously.

"Don't worry, I'll make her eat," Christopher told him and enter her room. "Angel is Christopher. I know you are not asleep. Come on, you have to eat something." Christopher persuaded, but still no movement.

He then places the bowl on the desk and walks over to her bed. He gently sat at the side of her bed, trying to pull the cover from her.

"Let go." Christopher tugs on the blanket, but Emilyn is not giving up without a fight. "Let go, baby; please."

Emilyn Walker, if you don't let go of the blanket now. I'll have to do it the hard way!" Finally, Christopher had enough of Emilyn's behavior and shouted.

Christopher has to use force to yank the blanket away from her. Once the blanket is yanked off, Emilyn narrowed her eyes at him.

Christopher then proceeds to lift her from the bed. She trashed against his hold. Christopher then placed Emilyn on his lap and tighten his grip on her.

"Stop moving! He warned her. "Listen, you can't behave like this. Do you think your grandma wants to see you like this? Not eating anything and just laying down in bed." Christopher pause.

"I know you are grieving, we all are. But you have to take care of your health. You are recovering from a fever and then you don't want to eat." Christopher continues. "Don't do this to yourself, Emilyn. Finley and Ana are worried about you. Just take one bite, please."

Emilyn nodded, and a smile creeps on Christopher's face. He quickly places her down on the bed and grabs the bowl before she changes her mind.

He feeds her a little at a time until the bowl is empty. "See it wasn't so hard," Christopher said. "You can go back and do what you want to do."

As predicted, Emilyn lay back down in bed and cover herself with the blanket again.

***

Two days of grieving pass, Emilyn did make a minor improvement to get out of her bed and eating a little without Ana, Finley, or Christopher persuading her.

But, Emilyn seems to avoid Christopher. When he sat down on the couch next to her, she will move away from him and sit closer to Ana. She doesn't even want him sleeping next to her.

Poor Christopher, all he can do is just be patient. He slept on the couch for two days straight; his back is starting to hurt.

The house was quiet tonight; Ana and Finley went back to their house. Only the sound of water flowing from the tap can be heard.

Emilyn opens her room door and softly walkout. She follows the only sound in the house and finds Christopher doing the dishes.

She rushes over and wraps her arms around his waist. Christopher got shocked by the action. "I'm sorry," Emilyn said softly but is loud enough for Christopher to hear.

"What are you sorry for?" He asked, holding onto Emilyn's hand that wrapped around his waist. It has been too longed since he heard his Angel voice.

"I'm sorry that I treated you like I don't want you to be here. I push you away for no reason." Emilyn apologized. "I don't know why I do it. I want you here with me, I don't want you to leave."

Christopher takes her hand and unravels it from his waist. He turns around to face his Angel. "I won't leave you." He said. "Never ever."

Emilyn hugged him, "thank you for being here with me and withstand my attitude this past few days." Emilyn looks up from his chest. "I'm pretty sure, I was acting like a brat."

"No, you are just grieving. This is one small excuse to act like a brat." Christopher chuckled. "You know what I miss these 2 days?"

Emilyn tilts her head to the side.

"I miss hearing your voice, I miss cuddling with you, I miss your lips," Christopher smirks and slowly leans down to capture her lips.

Softly and gently, Christopher kiss Emilyn; he doesn't want to scare her. "I love you." He places his forehead against hers.

"I love you too," Emilyn said with a small smile.

A/n: Hey guys, another update. Exam season is over, so there will be more updates. Sorry about the story structure if you notice anything different.  I'm trying something new. What do you guys think? Because I think I can express more if I write it like that.

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