Everlastingly Loving You - Chapter 58

After a chat with his sister, it was finally then Louis was informed that Bartholomew was currently situated at the same hospital his sister was in.

Out of all the hospitals that were in Sanguis, out of all the places he could’ve been brought to, he just had to be brought to the nearest hospital, the very one Sophia had been at. It was a horrid coincidence.

Knowing this had only made Sophia want to be discharged by tenfold.

Louis, on the other hand, had other options in mind: Sophia moved to another hospital, Bartholomew wasn’t in or had Bartholomew be moved to someplace else, so long as he was as far away as possible from his sister.

Obviously, it was the second option that he chose.

Bartholomew’s own family wanted nothing to do with him; they were paying for his stay at the hospital out of courtesy and because he was still family.

Had Bartholomew been awake, it would’ve been the perfect chance for Louis to exact revenge for what he’d done to Sophia, and besides, Bartholomew was in the right place if that were to happen, which it, unfortunately, did not.

Bartholomew was already unconscious, so all Louis could do was request that he be moved to a different hospital to get him out of his sight.

“If only he was awake, then I’d be able to have a chat with him,” Louis said, scowling.

Sophia rolled her eyes.

“There’s no need to give Bartholomew and his antics the time of day,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Besides, he’s to live out the rest of his life… after he’s discharged from whatever hospital that unwillingly accepts him in the palace dungeons,” Sophia said.

“On 200 thread count, might I add,” Sophia said with a disgusted look on her face.

“If he hadn’t shot me, I might even have pitied the poor fool,” she said half-heartedly.

Truth be told, being pent up here was getting quite boring for her. Anyone else could’ve said the same, being stuck in the hospital, stuck to a bed, as well as eating hospital food. Oh, how she’d missed food made from the finest chefs each kingdom had to offer, it was something she could look forward to. What she’d been served the past days, not so much.

She asked, “You’ve asked the doctor when’s the earliest I can be discharged, right Lou?”

Louis blinked. Then blinked again. He knew exactly what Sophia was trying to insinuate.

“Soph, getting discharged soon isn’t the best idea,” he warned. If only she’d listen.

“And you know that,” he said.

Sophia looked Louis up and down, observing him from a distance.

He looked farther than he did yesterday, a relief.

She feigned ignorance, playing oblivious to what Louis was attempting to tell her.

“So… when can I be discharged?” Sophia asked once more.

Louis sighed. Sophia wouldn’t listen to reason, so why try in the first place.

“Sophia,” he began.

“Louis,” Sophia pleaded.

‘Cut all the chit chat, and get to the damn point,’ Sophia’s eyes screamed.

“Your doctor says a couple of days, tops, but the earliest, tomorrow,” Louis finally answered, giving in.

There was no point trying anymore.

Sophia had a smug smile on her face.

“Excellent.”

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One thing no one else had themselves worrying about, this entire time, was how Sophia felt.

That was, except for one.

“What are you doing here again?” Sophia asked.

“Here to annoy me, or what?”

“Spit it out,” she ordered.

Nicholas seemed upset he was being accused of annoying her.

She asked him a question, so he intended to do the same.

“A question,” Nicholas requested.

“Fine.”

“Shoot.”

“How are you feeling?” Nicholas asked Sophia.

“About?” Sophia asked.

“Being shot,” Nicholas responded with.

“Why would you-?” Sophia was interrupted.

“No matter who you are, the idea of death is terrifying, especially when they have people to leave behind,” Nicholas said.

“What, read that from a tome?” Sophia asked, brow raised.

Nicholas shook his head, he answered, “Learned that from being a person.”

Sophia was appalled.

He’d been the only person who’d asked her that question in a long, long time.

“You’re the only person who’s asked that ever since…” She figured he got the point.

She shrunk down the pillows.

“I suppose I’m fine,” Sophia answered.

“For the most part,” she added.

“I just… don’t want to worry Louis, or Julia, or even Clarisse,” Sophia admitted.

“Sure, I had a sort of failsafe that I was given, but, had I been shot somewhere else, in the head, or… you get what I mean,” Sophia said miserably.

“I would’ve died, almost instantly, right there, on the spot,” Sophia said, looking point-blank at the white wall of her suite.

“Nearly dying makes you cherish what you already have,” Sophia said.

She nearly gasped at what she’d just said.

“I sound so corny,” she laughed, her hand on the right side of her face.

She’d been in the hospital long enough.

Nicholas hadn’t said anything during Sophia’s small confessional.

“You do,” was all he managed to say.

“You tell anyone and you’re dead to me, Ambrose,” Sophia threatened.

“Mhm,” Nicholas answered.

“Quit saying ‘mhm’,” Sophia said, annoyed.

“Yes ma’am,” Nicholas answered.

Sophia blushed.

Nicholas caught her in the act.

“You’re blushing,” he noticed.

“I am not,” Sophia insisted.

“It’s just incredibly torrid here, ‘is all,” she lied to Nicholas’ face.

“Sure,” Nicholas said.

“Mhm,” Sophia said in response.

Nicholas glared at her, “Why you-”

Sophia chuckled before her face quickly turned sombre.

“Just realized, it’s always me speaking about myself,” Sophia said.

Nicholas knew what she was insinuating.

“No, absolutely not,” he refused.

“Compared to you, I’m perfectly fine,” he mumbled.

“I’ll have you know I’m in the clear to be discharged from here soon enough,” Sophia retorted.

“It’s only a matter of time,” she told Nicholas.

“Before I’m back up on my feet.”

“Because, Sophia Windsor doesn’t take breaks, no matter how well deserved they are, or not,” she mused.