Chapter 82

Claudia's POV
"When do you think she'll wake up?"
"No one knows," Westley replied. My head was still hurting and my muscles were aching from the moment I had woken up which wasn't very long ago, probably five minutes, and for the whole time I had been listening to the guys' conversation.
Till now, Westley, Benson and Clara were in the room, well they were the only ones whose voices I heard, but I still wondered where Maxwell and Kenneth were. Silence echoed through the room and all of a sudden, a smacking sound echoed through the room and was followed by a choking voice
"Why are you acting like she's never going to wake up?! You've heard the doctor West, she needs time to rest." Well that was Clara alright. As much as it was weird to say it, I missed her high, squeaky voice. It had been so long since I had heard anything from her and it was taking all of my might not to spring up from bed and hug the life out of her
"Clara, for the last frickin' time, tone it down a bit; my ear drums are about to explode!" I inwardly smirked at that. Perfect timing Benson, perfect timing. I couldn't help but pity the guy. I mean, now, instead of Clara arguing with Westley, she was going to turn the whole place into a smack down arena for what Benson just said
"Excuse me?! What are you implying?" I mentally sighed. Ah, how much I wanted to be awake so I could see Benson's expression. I could already visualize Clara's hands on her hips with a threatening glare on her face.
"Long story short, what I'm trying to tell you is to keep your fucking trap shut woman!" He exclaimed. I suppressed my laughter by biting my lip. Benson was in for a big one now. Come on Benson, what person in their right mind would talk to Clara like that when she's angry?
I heard someone, which was probably
Westley, sigh and murmur something along the line 'why am I friends with you people'. Too bad Clara heard him and smacked him… again. Westley grumbled under his breath, probably asking God why Clara had to be his sister. I was about to open my eyes, but refrained myself from doing so when the door opened and I heard heavy footsteps.
"Clara, I could hear your voice all over from downstairs." My heart fluttered in joy as I heard his voice. So, Prince Maxwell finally decided to make an appearance. His footsteps drew nearer till he was next to me. The bed dipped and I felt Maxwell's hand caress my cheek.
"Any progress yet?" Maxwell asked them, but was met by a chorus of no's. He sighed and pulled himself closer to me. His fingers went from my cheek to playing with strands of my loose hair. My heartbeat increased as he drew nearer till his hot breath tickled my ear.
"When are you going to wake up Claudia, I need you." His voice was pleading with me, as if begging me to wake up. Those words warmed my heart and I knew that it was the right moment to open my eyes.
"I am." My eyes fluttered open as I smiled at Maxwell's now shocked face. His face displayed a mixture of emotions, but it was soon gone from shocked to content. I was surprised when Maxwell took me into a hug but nonetheless, I hugged him back, my fingers clutching the vest he wore tightly as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. I inhaled, taking in his scent and smiled.
Gosh, it feels so good to be in his arms again! Maxwell pulled away and took me by surprise when his lips pressed against mine. I ran my hands through his hair and deepened the kiss. Just as I was about to grant him access, someone coughed making both me and Maxwell break away.
"I know that you are so happy to see each other but please , there's no need to ruin my innocent eyes." My eyes wandered off to Clara who had her arms crossed and a scowl covering her face. I looked down at Maxwell, who had a huge smirk on his face and I blushed untangling my hands from his hair. My eyes snapped to Benson who snorted
"Innocent eyes? Babe, I wouldn't be mistaken if-"
"Benson, if you finish that, make sure that your death sentence will be on my hands." I bit my lip as I watched Clara and Benson exchange glares. Thankfully, Benson decided to ignore Clara's remark and not reply, but he did do another thing. He pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning on and on his way to me, he forcefully bumped into Clara with a sly smirk on his face. I shook my head smiling, oh Benson.
I was engulfed in a bear hug from Benson, and it was soon followed by one from Westley and Kenneth. Benson murmured how I had scared him shitless in my time of sleep and that made me wonder, how long had I been out? Westley explained how everyone had been worried about me, as for Clara, she had another way of expressing her emotions."Don't you ever scare me like that ever again, got that missy?!" All of us laughed at Clara's outburst
"Since you're all making a big deal out of this, how long was I out for anyway?" There was a sudden change of atmosphere in the room as everyone went silent. I looked at Maxwell and raised my eyebrows speculating if I had asked something wron
"Four days." My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as soon as those two words left Westley's mouth. Four days? I've been out for four days, just because of the war. I was still in shock while Maxwell narrated all that had happened after I killed his father, though I still had second thought if Maxwell will see me as a murderer.
"Wow, really?"