Trustworthy help

115. Wait.

'Hmrg' I stop my hand from reaching the doorknob.

That can't be....

My hand starts to shake before I pull back from the door.
That can't be.

I carefully turn with tears in my eyes.
'Hmm.'
His arm twitches as his body flinches.
'Evan....' I let out a breath as I watch him.

'Hmrg.'

He sounds in pain and struggling as another tear leaves my eye. His mouth opens slightly and he lets out a deep breath. I quickly turn back to the door. Someone needs to come help him.

I open the door and look around 'can someone help?' I ask as I walk over to the small desk. A nurse looks up at me as I hold my hands to my chest. 'Yes, is something wrong?' She asks. 'My friend, he-' I stop talking when I see the doctor enter Marksen's room at the end of the hallway. 'Wait.' I say softly before I head over.

I quicken my pace 'wait!' I say loudly. I come at a slipping stop at his door. 'Wait.' I say again. The doctor and a nurse look up at me. 'He's trying to wake up.' I say. The doctor frowns and looks at Evan. 'Just stop keeping him under. Trust me, I'm a nurse too.' I say. He looks at me and hesitates before nodding at the nurse that's with him. He turns something off. Evan makes a small sound again, making the doctor look at him in interest. 'There's no way....' he says to himself as he watches Evan intently.

Evan's hand moves as he body twitches, his brows turning into a frown before relaxing again. 'He's still fighting.' The doctor says. I let out a chuckle as I wipe the tears from my eyes.

'Never in the twenty one years I've worked here has something like this happened.' The doctor says, eyes still on Evan. 'Yeah, well..... he's stubborn.' I say. He makes a sound that sounds like a soft sob, making me turn my attention to him. A tear slips from the corner of his eye. 'I don't know what you told him, but I think it may have helped him.' The doctor said. 'I just talked about some memories.' I say as I walk closer to him. I wipe the single tear away. His shoulder flinches and he lets out a sharp, short breath. 'Push the butter if something happens or if he wakes up.' The doctor says. I nod and he and the nurse walk out.

I sit down next to the bed and take his hand in both of mine. 'You stubborn bastard.' I say softly with a chuckle. I lay my head on his hand as I close my eyes and let the tears fall again.

'David.'

I look up at him as I see another tear fall from the corner of his eye. His voice was weak and soft, but I heard what he said. 'Evan.' I say as place my hand on the side of his face and wipe away the tear. His jaw clenched under my jaw as he other hand squeezes my hand shortly.

What is going on in that mind of his?