Monster (Vincent x Reader)

All My Heart

Chapter Eight

"Charging...CLEAR!" The doctor screamed, pressing the defibrillators on your chest. Your body jumped, but still no sign of a single beat of your heart.

Vincent was outside the room, pulling his brown hair (A/N: Vincent's "normal" form's hair is brown :3) to his face. After every charge, you still didn't awake.
"Dammit..."
"Uh- Ex-excuse me! A-are you Mr. Vincent Cawthon?" A young nurse said, making him turn his head slightly.
"Um-hm," Vincent grunted.
"W-well it seems that (Y/n) doesn't seem like sh-she's going to make it so...um-"
"No!" Vincent yelled, giving attention to the others around him and the lady nurse. "Do the thingy with the iron shit again! DON't LET HER DIE!"
The nurse whimpered, but nodded her head vigorously, clutching the clipboard tight to her chest. She went back to the room where you lay, and once again, Vincent heard the familiar shock, as the doctor tried getting the defibrillator to jumpstart your heart.

As hours passed by, it soon was decided.
"Mr. Vincent... I- We're sorry but..." The doctor needn't to say anymore.
"No," Vincent said. "FUCK NO!" He shouted to the men and went into the room himself, grabbing the shoulders of you.
"(Y/F/N)! DON'T YOU FUCKIN' LEAVE ME YOU BITCH! I...YOU..." Vincent's words cut off with him crying on your face. "You said you loved me...YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE ME, LOVE?!" He shook your body about, then gave up, plopping to the floor and put his head on his hands. What could he do now? All he could do was cry. Tears fell down his cheeks and stayed in that position for how long.
"Fucking hell..." He swore, slamming his fist on the floor. "Fucking HELL!"

Vincent hiccuped through the sobs and quietly said your name.
"I hate you, (Y/n)..." He choked. "I hate you so much that...that I love you."

Heat rose to Vincent's cheeks, yet his tears still fell. He needed you as much as you needed him when you had that nightmare.

"God fucking dammit!" He stood up again and kissed your dead body.
"Idiot," he whispered, caressing your cheek, "Why do you always have to be so goddamn beautiful..."

He stepped away from the table, and he turned the knob of the door, with the doctors and nurses waiting outside.

Beep!

Vincent widened his eyes and spun around to face the heart monitor. Beep! It went again.
"Doc!" He yelled, all of them cramming through the door to get in.

"What the hell..." Doctor Heath gasped in astonishment. Vincent glared at him and Dr. Heath cleared his throat.

"She's alive."

~
"Give her a few days' rest, maybe a little more, little less," a different doctor said, Doctor Smith, in his English accent.
Vincent gave a nod, but as soon as Dr. Smith left the door, he grabbed his sleeve and sighed, "Can I please stay the night?"
With pity filling the eyes of the chubby doctor with glasses, he gave a thumbs-up, making Vincent smile.

He mouthed a Thank you, and sat on the comfy chair beside your bed, laying his head on the bed.

~
3 Days Later

You woke up, a pain slightly stinging in your neck. You groaned, and wondered where you were.
What the hell? You thought.
You yawned, then sighed. You scanned the room and saw a snoring Vincent with his head on your lap. You softly smiled, entwining your hand in his hair.
It was 8:00am, and yet you weren't sleepy at all. What day was it? How long have you been asleep?
Eventually, a nurse came to your room with a little smile.
"(Y/f/n)?" She asked, and widened her smile at the sight of Vincent sleeping.
"Ah- yes," you rasped out, rubbing the back of Vince's hand with your thumb.
"Right."
"What is it?"
"Well, it seems that after a few days being here, you can go home, if you'd like."
"Wait what?"
"Well, you can go ho-"
"Yes, yes. B-but I've been asleep for three days?" You said, surprised.
"Yes, you did," the nurse replied sweetly, "And that young man has been with you since the surgery."

You wondered about that.

You and the nurse had a small conversation, until she had left, and Vincent woke up.

"Good morning sleepy-head."