From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 426

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“But it’s the truth!” I screamed. “Roman is my world. He’s everything. I can’t live without him. I won’t.”

She stared at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore.

“I did this,” I whispered, curling inward. “This is my fault. I pushed him. I forced him into this. I told him to end everything quickly. God,

I was so stupid.” I dragged a hand down my face. “I never should have dropped the gun. Now his father is here, threatening everything,

and I don’t even know what to do anymore.”

“Wait,” Alyssa said slowly. “That man earlier… he’s really Roman’s dad?”

“Yes.”

She nodded, understanding dawning. “That explains a lot. He looked similar to Gerald-” She paused. “Ryan.”

My head snapped up. “Explains what? Alyssa, what do you mean? Is something wrong with Roman?”

“No. Nothing went wrong-”

“Is he truly out of danger?” I demanded. “Is he dying?”

She took a deep breath and reached for my hand. “Savannah, I’m going to hold your hand when I tell you this.”

Fear crawled up my spine.

“Why?” I whispered, pulling away. “What are you about to say?”

Her eyes glistened. “Roman is in a coma.”

The world stopped.

I stared at her, shaking my head slowly. “No. No, that’s not possible. He can’t be in a coma.”

“Sav-”

“No!” I screamed. “Don’t tell me to calm down. You don’t understand what this feels like.”

Her voice cracked. “I know I don’t. But I do know this–it could have been worse.” She swallowed hard. “He lost a lot of blood and went into shock, Sav. He flatlined twice during surgery. He almost died. His father had to donate blood to save him.”

My chest caved in.

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“If his father hadn’t been here…” she whispered, “we would be telling a very different story right now.”

I broke. I cried until my chest hurt. Until my throat burned. Until everything inside me felt hollow and raw.

“So what?” I sobbed. “What now? I’m supposed to be grateful that he’s trapped between life and death?” My voice shook violently. “That he’s basically a vegetable now? That nobody knows when–or if–he’ll wake up?”

She didn’t answer.

“Answer me!” I yelled.

“Savannah!” Alyssa shouted back, tears streaming down her face. “Roman is strong. He’ll wake up. I believe that. He’s not going to leave you and the baby alone.”

“When? When is he going to wake up?” I demanded. “When I’m nine months pregnant? When our baby is born? When it’s learning to ride a bike?” My chest heaved. “When exactly?”

“No one knows!” she cried. “No one. All we can do is pray.”

I collapsed back, sobbing quietly now. Exhausted. Empty. “I never should have let that gun go. I never should have wrestled for it with

Julius,” I whispered.

The door opened then, and a nurse entered with a tray. We fell silent.

“I’m just going to collect your blood sample to run some further tests.” She said,

I nodded, wiping my tears.

After she finished prepping my arm, I asked softly, “What about my fiancé? I came in with him. Roman Blackwood?”

The nurse hesitated. Then she answered. “We’re preparing him for transfer.”

My heart slammed painfully. “Transfer? What do you mean?”

She pressed her lips together, clearly not wanting to speak further.

“Please,” I begged. “He’s my fiancé. We’re having a baby.”

She sighed. “General Blackwood arranged for him to be moved to his residence. He’s built a private ICU there. A helicopter is on its way to

transport the patient as we speak.”

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