In that hospital room was silent, she felt only the sound of a pacemaker that controlled my weak heart. I was in a coma for nine days.
Cristina : And so the father of Fran and Shala was the lover of Miranda ..
Jiselle : Yeah, scary huh? When he left her because his wife began to have suspicions she promised revenge.
Cristina : Shalia and killed ..
Jiselle : With a shotgun. One of many of her husband.
Jiselle : Oh my God! It was almost put out the fire! Chad feels cold!
Cristina : Jiselle ago Jiselle hot in here ..!
Jiselle : Yes, but he is in a coma, we do not know if you are good, feel better than hot not cold .. no?
Cristina : Ah, Jiselle, my goodness .. come here, come sit, nearly two weeks that you do not stop for a moment ..
Jiselle : E 'that he sleeps with so much ... sniff ... sob ..
Cristina : You'll wake up! You must have faith! Gotta go now, but promise me you will go home to rest a bit.
Jiselle never went home to rest. He remained there until late at night to settle down blankets, control fire, make sure that the doctors let's see, my situation at any time.
The bullet fortunately did not take any vital organ for ... a hair. I always dreamed of for almost ten days now living in the celestial world, where I felt what they were saying my friends but I could not do anything to intervene. I was helpless. Jiselle took care of me all day, lived in the hospital now. I felt his presence.
It was that night. The night that I woke up that process Miranda. Suddenly I opened my eyes and lifted. My mouth was slurred I could not speak, I saw how blurry images when you have a high fever.
Jiselle was frightened when he saw that I was agitated. She began to scream desperately calling doctors. Yes, he was shocked but happy.
the days passed, my condition improved, I began to focus on the room well, I ate something, I spoke of this and that with those who stood beside me, but nothing challenging. Jiselle was there, always there. Sitting at the foot of my bed I was reading his favorite books ..
Within two weeks I returned to the form (not just the top, but definitely the best night of the shooting) .. I talked to the police, Jiselle. Miranda was accused of multiple murder and sentenced to 30 years in prison. Would have died there.
One evening, a few days before being discharged, Jiselle, who came to visit less often, went on to tell me one thing that made me take one of the most important decisions of my life.
Jiselle : delivery tomorrow morning. I go by my uncles, I have already found a good job as a secretary.
Chad : Why?
Jiselle : Why can not I have more reason to stay here Chad, you're alive, you're alright, Miranda is in jail, I'm done with fashion. Take care.
I watched her cross the room ... I do not know how many times I've seen to get away from me.
Chad : And I? I'm not a good reason for you?
I do not know where those words came out, but probably not from the heart straight from the soul. He looked at me, smiled at me with eyes full of tears, like a child who first sees the sea as a teenager to his first crush ..
Jiselle : I think so. I think you're a very good reason!
He said no more. Came up to me and held me stronger ..
Chad : Ah, slowly, it still hurts a bit!
Jiselle : Sorry. Sorry.
Five months after we were married. Bought a home of our outside Verona Creek, most in the suburbs. Away from everyone, away from the world itself.
Sometimes life holds for us love surprises that make us stop believing in ourselves, do we stop believing that love exists, that there is happiness ..
But then, when you decided to drop everything, to let the destiny you do what they please, something happens, something that slowly makes you realize that it is worth to continue to exist. That something, for me is called Jiselle .
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