The Crown Prince's Love

In front of the angel of death. "You shouldn't have hurt my boyfriend!" I screamed in my head and lunged towards him.

He lunged at me, ready to fight, but I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him to the ground. My hand pressed against his neck, and with a swift motion, I broke his hand.

A horrifying scream escaped him, a sound that strangely pleased my ears. If only he could have heard my laughter at that moment. If only he hadn't touched my boyfriend, then I wouldn't have attacked. But he went after Desmond. How could he do that to him?

"Please... you can't kill me! I'm in someone's body!" he pleaded. "You will regret this!" he screamed

I grabbed his head, forcing him to face me, and with one powerful motion, I threw his body in one direction and his head hit the cold hard floor.

The other men who had come with him attempted to attack, but I seized them by the throat and hurled them toward the wall. As their heads collided with the walls, they fragmented, landing lifelessly on the ground. Surrounded by a pile of bodies and blood, I turned back to Desmond.

I lifted Desmond from the ground, the sword still on his back. The rain poured harder as I walked down the alley. Tears streamed down my face, there was no movement from Desmond, but his breathe was uneven, a sign he was still alive.

"I am so sorry, Desmond," I cried, gazing at his face. "If only I had listened and stayed back, we wouldn't have been attacked. This is all my fault," I shouted. "I caused this, and it shouldn't have ended this way. I was adamant, and it led to your demise! If you die, then I will also stop living because..."

My voice broke as I continued walking. "I can't do without you, Desmond, and I..." I screamed. "I am sorry!"

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize how long I'd been walking until I reached Uncle Marcus's restaurant.

The lights were still on, but the sign showed closed, indicating no customers were around. I entered and rang the bell persistently.

"I'm sorry, but we're..." It was Tyler who opened the door. His eyes widened at the sight of me holding Desmond with a sword on his back. "What the hell happened?"

"Is Uncle Marcus in?" I asked

He nodded and gestured for me to enter.

Once inside, Uncle Marcus and his wife appeared. "What the hell happened, Randy?" Uncle Marcus demanded.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I found myself unable to speak as I gazed down at Desmond. "This is all my fault," I whispered.

"Now is not the time for self blame. Desmond is losing a lot of blood, and we need to get him to the hospital," Sophia advised.

I shook my head vigorously. "No, no hospital!" I shouted.

Uncle Marcus and his wife exchanged glances before merging two tables. "I used to work as a nurse before I married Marcus, so I know the basics."

Sophia nodded and returned from the storage room with a box. "This only contains first aid kits, and he needs to go to the hospital."

"I will arrange for a private doctor. Just focus on removing the sword, Sophia," Uncle Marcus said to his wife, and then he gestured for me to lay Desmond on the table.

Gently, I placed Desmond on the table, lying flat on his stomach. Tears flowed again when I saw blood continuously pooling from his back. Biting my fingers and scratching the back of my head, I didn't know what else to do.

"Tyler and Randy, I need you to hold Desmond down while I remove the sword," Sophia announced.

I nodded, holding one of Desmond's legs and hands, while Tyler did the same with the other parts. Sophia sighed and looked at Uncle Marcus, who placed both his hands on Desmond's back where the sword had pierced. "On the count of three, I will remove the sword. I am not sure about Desmond's reaction. One, two, three," she shouted. With one firm grip, she yanked out the sword. Desmond let out an agonizing scream and struggled against us, but we held him down.

"I'm sorry, baby," I cried as I watched him groan in pain. After a few seconds, he relaxed and passed out again.

Desperately trying to stop the never ending flow of blood, Sophia pressed some wool onto the wound. Despite her efforts, the blood continued to pour, covering the entire table with Desmond's blood. After successfully cleaning him up, she began stitching him up. Desmond woke up again, writhing in pain. No pain suppressant could work for him.

After finishing the stitches, Sophia applied a bandage around Desmond's back and let out a deep sigh. "That should do for now, but he needs a doctor and likely surgery." she announced, grabbing the first aid kit and heading to the storage room.

I gazed at Desmond and held his hands. They were icy cold, deeply concerning me. Even his face had grown pale, devoid of color.

Just seeing him like that shattered my heart, and I couldn't fathom the pain he endured because of me. "I'm so sorry, baby," I whispered.

"I think he needs to rest in a more comfortable space," Uncle Marcus suggested, gesturing towards Desmond's body.

"Gently carry him and follow me."

Nodding, I carefully lifted him from the table, following Uncle Marcus down the hall beside the kitchen. We entered a room with a small but more comfortable bed. I placed Desmond on it and covered him with the bedspread.

"I've called the doctor, and he'll be here soon. But I need to know what happened tonight, Randy."

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As I stood beside Desmond's bed, tears filled my eyes again as I recounted the events of the night. I explained from when I got angry about Caspian to leaving the house, to Desmond finding me, and the subsequent attack. "It's all my fault, Uncle. If I hadn't left the house and had listened to Desmond, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't be fighting for his life like this. It's all my fault," I muttered.

Uncle Marcus sighed deeply, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Nothing will happen to Desmond, I promise you. I'll ensure he's saved. I've also heard sirens from the cops in this area. It seems they followed you."noveldrama

My heart raced, not out of fear. "I had to act, they were after my boyfriend and had hurt him. Please, inform my father about what happened. I need to make sure Desmond is saved, and..." I trailed off, feeling suddenly dizzy.

"Hey, Randy!" My uncle's shout snapped my attention and I almost lost my balance. He steadied me, concern etched on his face.

"Are you alright?"

Shaking my head, I admitted, "I don't feel too good."

"Lie down beside Desmond," he insisted.

"I have to watch over him and make sure he's okay," I protested

"Listen to me," my uncle scolded gently.

"You need to rest. I assure you, when you wake up, Desmond might be awake too. Take

a rest." With that, he tapped my back and left the room.

I sighed, lying down with my arms around Desmond. "I'm sorry, Desmond. I'll make everything right. I'll ensure nothing happens to you," I promised softly before closing my eyes and drifting into unconsciousness.