The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 66

Since Hecate wasn't speaking, it could only mean one thing, the real Desmond was reaching out to me.

"Desmond," I murmured his name.

"Your boyfriend is long gone," Hecate retorted.

"He is not coming back to you," she laughed.

"You lie," I retorted, then burst into laughter.

"My boyfriend has come for me." As I finished speaking, a powerful gust of wind suddenly pushed the beast and me backward until my back slammed against the wall.

A blinding light followed, accompanied by the screams of Hecate, the beast, and the fake bodyguard, while I remained against the wall, with a splitting headache and blurred vision. "This shouldn't be happening!" Hecate screamed. "I shall return," her voice faded, and right before me, she vanished along with the beast and the fake royal guard.

I was left alone, and soon, I began to lose consciousness.

The last thing I heard before blacking out was Desmond's voice.

"He is waking up!"

~ Desmond~

I waited in my house, patiently anticipating Randy's announcement that we were not together. Instead, I received devastating news.

"It's Randy..." The Queen cried into the phone as I spoke with her. "He is not waking up!" That news was enough to shatter me, I discovered that the love of my life was not waking up.

I rushed to the royal hospital, ready to ensure his well being.

For a week, Randy didn't wake up, and the royal family was already losing hope in determining what was wrong with him.

His aunt revealed that he had made a crazy deal, landing him in a comatose state.

"He tried to reset everything," Helen informed everyone about why Randy didn't wake up. "He is like this because he tried to save Desmond, and he would remain trapped like that unless a miracle happened." When the king found out that it was all because of me, he got so mad that he screamed at me for making things worse.

"If you had kept your relationship hidden, then I am sure that none of this would have happened. Everything that is happening is because of you!" he accused me. "I don't want you to..."

The Queen stopped him before he could finish what he wanted to say. "He is the only one that can bring Randy back. They are in love with one another, and staying close to Randy might hasten the process, so we have to be hopeful." The king didn't say anything after that, but his glares towards me were evident that he didn't like me, and he blamed me for everything that had happened.

Even I blamed myself for what Randy was going through. If only he didn't know that I was supposed to die in two months, then I believed that he was going to be fine.

After the king and the queen left, I knelt beside his bed and burst into tears. "I know everything that is happening is my fault, and you wouldn't be in this situation if it was not because of me. I should have let you go," I cried and raised my head to look at his pale face.

He had been like that for days, and he didn't show any sign of ever waking up.

"Randy," I screamed his name. "I just need you to wake up and tell me that you love me," I begged.

"Randy, please, wake up," I pleaded, my voice choked with tears.

His lifeless body lay before me, pale and still.

I clutched his hand, praying for a response, hoping that he could hear my voice and open his eyes for me. But there was nothing, just the sound of my sobs echoing in the room. Then, a sudden surge, a flicker of hope as the life machine went berserk.

Randy's body convulsed, and I watched as he gasped for breath.

I stood up from the ground and grabbed his hand, holding it firmly.

His body didn't stop convulsing, and not even my firm hold on his body could stop him from moving. "Randy, what is wrong?"

He suddenly coughed out blood, splashing it on my face, and fear gripped me as I wondered what could be wrong with him to act in that manner.

My heart started beating fast as I thought of the worst thing that could happen to him.

Was he having a heart attack?

On the verge of dying?

A torrent of thoughts raced through my mind as I gazed at him.

"Randy!"

He coughed out blood again, yet his eyes remained shut. "Randy..."

Anxiety surged within me, fearing his critical condition.

I pressed the red button beside his bed.

Moments later, the door burst open, and three doctors rushed in with the king and the Queen. "What's happening to the crown prince?" demanded the king, seizing my shirt collar. "What did you do to my son?" His voice echoed with accusation as he shoved me against the wall.

"Your Highness..." I tried to speak, but no words emerged.

My attention was fixed on Randy and the rhythmic beeping of the machine.

One of the doctors pressed on his chest while the king noticed my fixation, released his grip, and turned to the Queen.

"What will happen to our son?" she sobbed in the king's embrace. "My little boy. I can't believe this is happening."

Tears clouded my vision as I sank to the floor, observing the doctors tearing his clothes.

The room buzzed with urgency until a sudden silence fell amid the chaos.

I gasped, muffling the sobs that threatened to escape.

The reassuring beeping flat lined. Panic gripped me, this couldn't be real. "Randy..."

I whispered, staring at his lifeless form, drained of color and vitality.

The Queen's shriek pierced the air as she rushed to Randy's side. "Randy! Please..." She placed her hand on his chest. "Wake up for mummy!"

"Gina, calm down. The doctors can still help," reassured the king. "He'll be fine," he said, leading her away from Randy's body. "Please, wake my son up," he pleaded with the doctors.

"I..." The doctor sighed heavily. "The prince..." He paused, his gaze falling. "I don't know how to say this, but the crown prince is not..."

The king grabbed the doctor's collar.

"What are you saying? Try to wake him up! Do something!"

"But, Your Highness..."

"Bring something to revive my son now!"

He turned to me. "If my son dies, it's on you. You killed my son!"

"I..." Tears streamed down my face.

"Come, Gina, let's call Helen. The bond isn't severed yet," the king said, pulling her away. "What if..." The Queen's voice quivered. "What if our son is slipping away, and he..."

"Don't speak like that," the king intervened. "I don't want you thinking in that way. Helen will help. He'll be alright."

The queen nodded, stealing one last glance at her son before departing from the room.

As they left, a scream clawed up my throat, stifled by the harsh reality unfolding.

Randy lay there, fragile and motionless, surrounded by doctors striving to revive him.

I remained frozen, fixated on his form.