Ultimately, Bonnie and Sienna slashed their way through the masked assailants and made their way to Ivor. “Ivor,” Bonnie uttered worriedly.
He looked so frail that she felt a lump in her throat. Her eyes reddened as she lifted him to rest on her lap. Then, she grabbed his cold fingers and called out to him repeatedly, “Ivor? Ivor, come on, wake up. Look at me, please.”
Remorse, guilt, and sorrow filled her heart. She began to tear up as these emotions overwhelmed her.
Meanwhile, Sienna stood nearby, defending them from the remaining assailants. She even formed a perimeter and kept them safe in the middle.
Bonnie fought back her tears and treated Ivor’s wound as best she could while calling out to him, “Ivor, I’m here. Hurry up and open your eyes. You must look at me, or I’ll give you the silent treatment for the rest of your life.”
Her voice began to choke up, and tears rolled down her cheek. “Wake up, Ivor. You have to wake up. I’m begging you, Ivor. Look at me, please!”
That was the second time she had ever felt this helpless. The first time she felt this way was when her parents fell severely ill. Bonnie was too young back then and had no way of helping them. They would have died if Ivor’s grandfather did not show up.
As boundless darkness consumed Bonnie, Ivor’s eyes fluttered slightly. Then, he slowly opened them and saw her worried eyes. He revealed a pale and weak smile, saying, “B-Bonnie? Cough, cough! I-I’m so happy to…see you so worried about me.”
Bonnie sighed in relief when she saw Ivor regaining consciousness. He still had his wits about him, too. She leaned over and ripped out a part of her clothes to wrap it around his bullet wound, which was still oozing blood.
“Don’t speak or move. I’ll stop the bleeding.”
“Cough cough… Sure.” He gazed at her affectionately.
Once Bonnie stopped the bleeding, she struck his vital points to alleviate his pain. However, Ivor’s wound was too severe. He did not stay conscious for long before his eyes slowly shut again. Bonnie noticed it, and her heart dropped. She held his hands tightly and said, “No, you can’t fall asleep, Ivor. I need you to look at me.”
Ivor could not bear to hear Bonnie so heartbroken. So, he struggled to open his eyes again. He looked overwhelmed with exhaustion but still treated her with love. “You’re silly, Bonnie. I’m just tired and need some rest. Are you denying me that?”
The more tender he sounded, the more guilty she felt. After all, he would not have gotten shot if he had not tried to protect her.
Bonnie fought back her tears and shook her head, saying, “No, I won’t let you close your eyes! You won’t die on me. You must hold on, Ivor. Do you hear me?”
“Okay, I’ll do as you say, like always,” Ivor rubbed the back of Bonnie’s hand, saying, “I-If I die, you’ll marry someone else. Why would I let something like that happen?”
“You should read the room, you dummy. How are you sweet-talking me at a time like this?”
“Y-You’re my fiancee. Of course, I want you to stay happy. I-I can’t let you feel sad. N-Not even for my sake.” Ivor’s eyes brimmed with affection.
Bonnie was captivated by them, so much so that she could not look away. The couple stared into each other’s eyes when they suddenly heard Sienna’s heavy panting. Sienna said urgently, “Take Ivor away now, Bonnie. I can’t hold them off much longer!”
