Blake's pov What was wrong with her? I've been asking myself this for hours. What could I have possibly done wrong to have her treat me so coldly? Did I kiss her too soon? Did she think I had kissed her because I only wanted to fuck her? I groan and turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. The dinner was horrible. Not her cooking skills, no, she really could open her own damn restaurant. It was horrible because no matter how many times I wanted to converse with her, she'd give me curt replies, turn her eyes away and stab at her food like she was in her own little world. I will admit, I felt like shit. Like I had done something wrong. I did ask her if I did, but she only answer with a vague no and in her words, 'you could never do anything wrong, I'm fine just tired.' Was this how it felt to have a wife and not know what you did wrong when there mad? Wife. Referring to her as my wife felt so strange yet so right at the same time. It was weird waking up from a coma only to know that you're married to one of the most beautiful women on earth. I sighed remembering the day I woke up from the coma. She looked so lost that day, so tired and sad. And I treated her like shit. Why? Because at that moment she was a stranger to me and the strong attraction and pull I felt towards her scared me completely. My first thought that day was, why the hell would I feel such a way for a stranger? Why can she pull me in by just one look? And what really broke me was the moment I heard her crying. It fucking broke me because I did this to her, I made her cry. I sighed shifting around on the bed. It was so late and I couldn't sleep. I felt like a weight was pushing on my chest by the very thought of Ley mad at me. I grunted slamming my fisted hands on the bed. "I wish I knew what you were thinking in that pretty little head of yours." I murmur. My head snap to the door, wishing she'd walk through at this very second. I snorted amused at my own thoughts. Why would she even come to you? I draw my eyes to the clock on the nightstand.It was already twelve forty. Late, yet I can't seem to sleep. I groan turning on my belly, pressed my cheeks to the mattress and clenched my eyes shut. __________I open my eyes, grunting when I felt the sorenessin my body. I clench something tight in my hands. My eyes draw to my hands and I'm startled to see how my fingers clutched a AR-15 rifle firmly as if it was my life force. I draw my eyes to my attire.It wasn't normal clothes, no. Was I wearing military clothes? "Get down, Get down!" A very loud booming males voice yells. Gunshots, loud and peircing rang through the air. I lift my eyes, narrowing them when a strong breeze flew dirt particules in the air. It looked like I was in the desert. "Shit." I found myself saying outloud when my eyes focused on dead bodies. Dead bodies of soldiers. Their blood oozed around them like their very own pool. I sucked in a breath pressing my back to whatever protected me from getting shot. Was this a dream? It did not feel like it. It felt too real to be just a dream. I flinch clenching my teeth when the bullets hits the sand, so close to my foot. My ears were ringing from the loud shouts of the soldiers and gunshots. I could feel something warm slowly trickling down my ear. I lift a finger and touched the warm liquid. Drawing it back and looking at it, I noticed it was my own blood. "Damn we're toast here." A voice besides me curses. I turn to the source. A man my age, a soldier and oddly I knew his name. How had I not noticed him beside me before? "We're too much in the open, we need to get moving." I groan, looking around. It was strange how I spoke to him already knowing what to say. I turned around and it's then I noticed we were somewhat protected by a tactical vehicle. But from the smell of gas and the increasing of gunshots raging through it, it wouldn't take long until it blow up. Hopefully I would not be there when it does. I looked around and noticed that there was a massize bolder where soldiers were seeking cover while shooting back at those who wanted us dead. It seemed like a better choice than staying here where we were getting shot at. "We need to get out now Saeed." I pant. The air felt foggy and stuffed with gases which made it difficult to breath. I pointed at the bolder. "We'll make a run for it, I will cover us." "I can't leave this post, I lost my helmet when the vehicle flipped." Saeed pant beside me. I turn to him and indeed he did not have a helmet to protect his head. Shit. I didn't think twice as I remove my own and hand it to him. He looked confused. "You can't give me your own man. You'll be open."He pants.I hiss pushing it into his arms. "Just take the damn thing." I looked at the bolder where the other soldiers were hiding. One in particular turns towards us and shouts. "I'll cover you two!" He positions his rifle and waited. I turn to Saeed and nodded. "It's now or never man. You ran ahead first, I got our backs." I promised. I found my hands digging into my pocket and pull out something. It's a small picture and I smiled. It was a picture of Ley. She looked like an angel smiling at the camera with a soft golden hue casted over her. She was my angel. I brought the picture to my lips and kissed it. "I promise I'll come back to you." I whispered and then push it back inside my pocket. I turned to Saeed. "Ready?" He nodded though his eyes spoke fear. I sighed clenching my eyes shut and pressing my back on the vehicle. I listened carefully. One. Two. Three. They shot every three seconds. "When I say go, you go." I uttered, opening my eyes. Saeed nods and visibly gulps. One. Two. Three. Pause. "Go! Go!Go!" I yelled and rise to my feet, turning around to shoot. Saeed runs towards the other soldiers and we had reached a safe distance when the tactical vehicle exploded. The explosion still had us dropping to the ground. I looked behind us and noticed the guns aiming, ready to shoot. We were sitting ducks. "Shit, get up! Let's go!" I urged rising to my feet. The other soldiers spotted us while we run. I hiss launching myself behind the bolder as I took cover, sighing relief that I hadn't gotten shot. I looked beside me. Where the hell was Saeed? I tilted my head a bit behind the bolder and spotted him on ground, groaning in pain as he held his bleeding leg. "Cover me." I told Gustavo. He looks at me in panic. "You can't go back there Reed, you're risking your life. We already called for backup and help, they should be on their way. Wait for them, don't go back out there." "That's a risk I'm willing to take if it can save one of my comrades." I yelled and without thinking much of it, run towards Saeed. I fall beside him, wrapping fingers around his arm and dragged him. I flinch, hissing when a bullet graze my shoulder. Still I was not willing to give up and dragged Saeed who was groaning in pain.Just a few more. "Hurry up Reed!" I turn around to stare at how many more steps until we reach the bolder and that's when I felt it. Pushing through my skull, sharp and piercing. I felt my entire body go numb, my legs not strong enough to hold my weight as I fall to the ground.I hear curses, shouts of panic and worry then felt hands dragging my body. "Helps on the way. Stay with us Reed." My vision blurs and the shouts and gunshots felt like just silent murmurs. But her face, Ley's face was the last thing I saw as I was swallowed by darkness. ________ I gasp waking up. My body shivered and my head pounded, cold sweat trickling down my back. I groan sitting up and clutch my head. This dream felt too real, like I had gone through this. It felt like a memory. Ley. My little angel. My stomach twisted not wanting to be alone at this moment. I move off the bed and without thinking walked over to Ley's room. I sighed staring at the door and knocked. I needed her tonight.