The Before and After Project (An Emblem3 Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Gabby’s POV:

Everythng felt like a blur, rushing from the beach to the hospital, to people telling me that my dad was barely alive and that the next 24 hours were vital. The only thing that I really took in from it all was the fact that Drew wasn’t here and Wes was.

Drew hadn't contacted me in any way so I was assuming he didn't even realise I was gone.

I was holding onto that shred of hope that this was all a dream and that I would wake up to find everything back to normal with my dad being perfectly okay.

I refused to believe that he could die in the next couple of hours. Death was such a harsh thing and a harsh word. He wasn’t going to die, he was simply going to wake up and wonder what all the fuss was about.

Oh who am I kidding? Everyone knows that he has a one in a billion chance of surviving right now. All because of the stupid crash. If it wasn’t for his girlfriend none of this would have happened in the first place.

Wes’ POV:

She had been sitting there staring at the floor for ages, she couldn’t bring herself to go see her dad just yet, even though it could be the last time she sees him while he’s still alive.

I know she has basically given up but I haven’t. Jared (her dad) has always been a fighter and he’s not going to quit that easily.

He was on life support at the moment, so basically if he didn’t wake up in the next 24 hours he wasn’t going to make it because there was nothing else the doctors could do.

“Wes, you need some sleep. Go home…” she murmured, breaking the silence between us. My head shot up to look at her.

“You’re not serious are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” she asked in a tired tone.

“Because there is no way I am leaving you here on your own. Do you want me to call Drew or something?”

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter Wes!” she snapped.

“I’m not saying you do. I just think that you need someone to be with you right now.” I explained, studying her face to try and figure out what was really going through her brain right now. She looked completely emotionless, but I knew better than the façade she was putting on.

“I’m fine” she stated somewhat angrily.

“Gabby, you know that I know that isn't even slightly true. When will you open up about how you feel for once?! You’re putting yourself through even more pain by not letting me in. I’m here to help you Gabbz, not watch you torture yourself” I hissed and watched her turn to face me.

“I opened up about how I felt about you. Isn’t that enough for one night?” my face softened slightly as I grabbed her hand in mine and gripped it tightly.

“You know that’s not what I meant. It’s okay to be scared and it’s perfectly normal to show it. Just for once, don’t let your pride ruin you” I pleaded. Her face crumbled slightly, showing me that she wasn’t holding this together as well as she wanted to. She ripped her hand out of my grip trying to distract me from what I saw.

“Just go!” she cried, her voice cracking ever so slightly. She buried her face in her hands as she started to sob. My heart broke at the sight of seeing her cry. All I want to do is help her yet I feel so helpless.

“Hey…don’t cry!” I begged as I pulled her onto my lap and held her to my chest. She pushed me away from her with anger in her tired eyes.

“So you tell me to open up about how I feel and when I do you’re telling me to stop?”