My Dearest Dear. [Drake Christopher] {NOW BACK!}

Chapter Fourteen [Hospital]

--Emalee's POV-----

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep..

Ugh, I've been stuck with that damned beeping for the past forever. I know I was alive; I feel every sore muscle and cut threatening to reopen, I didn't care about my heartbeat.  All I cared about was when I could get out of here, when I could open my eyes and start freaking about to know what the hell happened, to see if Drake was ok, hopefully better than I feel.

I heard all the shuffling, the silent actions next me, nurses checking my blood pressure, putting new fluids in my IV, which I tried not to think about how that was injected into my arm. At one point, I finally was able to twitch a bit, then I curled my fingers, forcing my heavy eyelids open. Bad idea. The whole room was brighter than an LED light bulb, and everything being a crisp white just was not helping.

"Emalee?" A scared little voice echoed from the corner of the room. It was female.

"Mom?" I tried to reply, but the words were just air, my mouth was so dry and nasty. Clearing my throat, I failed at talking again.

"Here, baby, have some water," Mom gently handed me a Fiji water bottle, I opened it and downed about half the container. 

"Thanks," Oh, great, it hurts to smile.

"Honey, oh goodness," She started getting emotional, gingerly putting her arms around my hunched up shoulders.

"Mom, what happened, how long have I been here, where is here, and how's-" 

"You were in a terrible wreck, it's been a week, you're in the California State Hospital, and he's ok love, woke up around five hours ago," Mom replied, smooth down my hair, I could feel a headache starting, and the numbness of relief. 

"A week?" I thought aloud, my mother nodded, her curls bouncing. Well that's great, I'll never be able to stay in California with Drake now.

"How much longer am I staying?" 

"Another day or two- as long as the doctor thinks you're ok, we don't want all those cuts getting infected dear," my mom replied. The word 'dear' tugged at my heart. 

"Yeah," I mumbled, leaning back in the uncomfortable hospital bed. I'd say I despised the hospital, I mean, who the hell doesn't? But complaining wasn't going to heal me up, so let's go with happy thoughts. Nothing came to me, I rubbed my face with my hand, the other arm being attached to an IV, I couldn't think about that, it would drive me insane. 

"I'm going to go tell the doctors you're awake, would you like something to eat?" Chaney asked sweetly. My stomach growled and I shook my head quickly, cracking a small smile. My mom patted my knee and scurried out, leaving me to have a nice panic attack. Ok, you're in a hospital, with needles, with medicine, you hate all that good stuff, you were in a crash, you probably will be scarred for life, I bet your face is all screwed up, you'll never look the same. You won't ever be able to leave town, let alone state, for any amount of time. You'll be stuck in Tennessee until you die. 

My breathing hitched, heart starting to race making the machine beep constantly, my thoughts were eating away at my sanity. Before I knew it, a female doctor came in swiftly, a look of concern on her face. She picked up something from a tray, injecting it into my IV. My heart slowed, my mind became muddled, I noticed the silent tears trekking down my flustered cheeks.

"Emalee, sh, it'll be ok hon," The doctor gave me a smile, "I'm Dr. Stephens, but please call me Mariah, I've been taking care of you the moment you were strolled in here, your mother is a lovely woman," She rambled, trying to calm me down, think about anything besides the hospital. It's easier thought than done.

--Drake's POV---------

I had a huge headache, each of my limbs were sore, and when I could finally open my eyes, there were bruises and scraps everywhere. I groan quietly, shifting uncomfortably, trying to remember what happened, I hoped Emalee was ok, especially all that was said before I passed out, I could never forget that. I told her that, that I actually fell in love with her, and now, because of the circumstance before, she probably believes that I didn't mean it, that it was just all the adrenaline or something. Wow, that majorly sucks. Wait a second, why is everything so white and clean? My eyes widened, I'm in hospital, I realized, then my stomach twisted because I was completely alone. It was so painfully quiet, I could hear the IV drip into my arm, but not the beeping of a heart monitor to annoy the crap out of me. Suddenly, a door flug open, and a female doctor entered.

"Hello, Drake, how are you feeling?" She gave me a nice smile, checking the IV.

"Just a migraine and I'm pretty sore," I said, deadpaning it a bit.

"That's normal, I'll get you some painkillers, I'm Dr. Stephens by the way," She wrote some technical stuff down on her clipboard.  

"Do you know about my fri-"

"Emalee? Yes, she's in another room recovering, she'll be ok, just some minor injuries. You took most of it, so your wrist is sprained and you got some nasty cuts, but you'll be able to leave soon," Dr. Stephens explained, I nodded in thought. 

"Dr. Stephens? Drake Christopher has a visitor, are they allowed in?" A male nurse in dark green scrubs asked. She looked back at me, as if asking if I minded, I just shrugged. Dr. Stephens nodded and  the nurse left the room.

"I'll let you be alone with your guest, but if you need help, click this button," The doctor instructed, I gave a grunt of acknowledgement and she shuffled out, I tapped my thumbs together, holding my breath as someone who I thought I'd never see again walk into my hospital room.

"Emma?" I took a sharp breath as she gave me a sickly sweet smile. I wanted to puke.

"Hey, Drake, long time no see, huh?"

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THE END

of Chapter Fourteen.

oh snap -cues dramatic music- 

so this is the update so far c: it's kind of split in two, because the next part will be Meagan and Brandon~

"To give me all your love is all I ever asked." - (Originally Bruno Mars)