Once everyone else had left the room, Lena stared at her uncle for a hard second longer before getting off the other. She didn't bother turning the safety back on to the gun as she turned her back on him.
"I want you to leave this room." The princes ordered without turning to look at the other.
"Do you have anything else that you want to say to me?" Julian asked, shifting slightly to a sitting-up position.
"I want you to leave is all I want right now," Lena repeated once again without even turning to face the other. She didn't have anything that she wanted to say to the other at the current moment in time. The sooner everyone left, the more she would be able to breathe.
"Lena, won't you at least hear me out on my reason for asking him to come here." The prince didn't reply but her uncle could see the way that her hand clenched around the gun. A sign that she didn't want to talk.
The girl in front of him wasn't the same person he used to be able to calm down when she was younger. Nor the one who would explode but simmer out the moment that she came back to her family. This person was someone entirely different whom Julian hadn't dealt with before.
"How many more people will make me repeat myself before they listen to what I'm telling them that I want?" The rhetorical question came as the princess shook her head.
It was always the same with everyone around her. No one paid attention to what she said or wanted. They did their own things and moved around her without consulting her as though she was just supposed to go along with everything that happened.
"I honestly don't care whatever reason you had for bringing him. It won't change the fact that you decide to act on your own without bringing me into the conversation. I understand that my father is no place for you to talk about this with nor my brother. That doesn't mean though that you can just gloss over me like I don't have say. That is why I want you to leave. If you want that person to survive, I suggest you tell them to leave and go somewhere far enough that I won't see them again."
Julian's face fell at the other's answer. In some respects, it felt very much so like history repeating itself. Some of the past conversations that he had with Zane went flashing through his mind as she stood up after which he used his sleeve to wipe away the blood above his eye.
Most of the people had already dispersed, Alonso forcing the visitors and hospital staff out of the area. They couldn't afford for anyone to get shot in the heat of the whole situation. The moment that happened, the hospital staff wouldn't hesitate to involve the police in the whole matter.
"Very well. Do you want me to leave the hospital?" Julian asked, glancing towards the door when he heard someone move closer. Samuel's face appeared from around the corner. Seemed as though the other didn't quite want to leave the princess alone.
"I don't care where you go, I just don't want you around me right now and I don't think that you want to remain in the same space as me either." Lena's finger tapped against the side of the gun as she faced the window.
"If you're planning on leaving the hospital, however, I want you to take Samuel with you." Julian raised an eyebrow at this. She wanted to send her fiancé away even though he'd not done anything wrong? What in the world was she thinking by that.
Julian wanted to ask her until motioned for him to leave, likely aware that he wanted to go know what was going through her mind. That decision though wasn't one of the ones that the princess wanted to have to justify.
There were several reasons that she didn't want Samuel to say around any longer. The kind of reasons that weren't easily verbalized in her current state of mind. Thus, it was easier to request that the other be sent away than to try and talk it over with him.
Whether Julian understood or not, he didn't try and push the matter when the princess motioned once more with the gun for him to leave the room.
Her Uncle said a few words to Samuel before he shut the door behind him. He knew well enough that Lena wouldn't do anything that would result in her brother getting hurt either. One of the reasons that the shots weren't aimed so long as anyone was near the bed.
The princess didn't break right after the door was closed. Lena couldn't. She was knowing that there might be someone there who would still hear any commotion coming from the room. She chose to dig her fingers instead of holding the gun in the palm of her hand until she knew that they would bleed. The only thing that she could do to stop the pain from feeling as though it would suffocate her.
Taking steady deep breaths while listening to the beeping of Leo's heart monitor, the princess made her way over to the window. Breaking things would have been so much easier at the current moment in time rather than holding everything in. Except, there wasn't anything to break into the room. Nothing that wasn't attached to her brother and still beeping.
She could have chosen to shoot off the gun until all the bullets were used in the cartridge, that wouldn't have been satisfying though. The feeling wasn't the same. The princess needed something that she could physically connect with, something she could hold, feel the temperature, the weight of. Something she could grip as tight as she wanted as though to strangle the life out of it before tossing it across the room or into the wall and watching it shatter into a million pieces. Only then would the torrent of the emotional storm raging instead of her begin to quail.
Failing that, what would the next best option be?
