Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 72~

Ariana's pov

I opened my eyes and saw a bright light. There were clouds around me. I could see a familiar figure from a distance. The figure came closer and I immediately recognized who it was.

"Grandpa!" I immediately pulled him into a hug.

"Hi Bellissima," he smiled.

"I miss you so much," I softly said.

"I miss you too, but why are you here?" he asked.

"I-I ended my life," I looked down.

"Ariana, it's not time for you to be here yet."

"I love it here, everything's just peaceful."

"I know, Bellissima, but you have to go back, everyone loves you, especially Dalton and Imogen. Dalton is definitely a keeper, always be loyal to him. I'll see you again when it's time," he replied before disappearing. I stared in pure confusion. Soon, there was another figure approaching me. This time, there were also the sounds of a little kid. The figures and sounds were coming closer.

"M-Malcolm?"

"Hi Ariana," he smiled.

"I miss you so much," I softly cried. He pulled me into a hug.

"Mommy!" Eleanor squealed, running towards me. I smiled and picked her up.

"Hi Ella," I kissed her head, "Mommy misses you so much, you're a big girl now."

"Oliver, say hi to Mommy!" she said to the little baby in Malcolm's arms.

"You were taking care of him since he came here?" I asked Malcolm. He smiled and nodded.

"Thank you so much," I teared up.

"You're welcome," he smiled. He passed Oliver to me and I looked at him in awe. He looked so much like Dalton. He would've been so happy if our son was given the chance to be born. He had all of Dalton's facial features, except he got my nose.

"Hi Oliver, I miss you so much," I kissed his head, "Daddy and I really love you."

He gave me a blank look and I placed him on my chest. He reminded of how Imogen was when she was just born. That's when it hit me, I left her and Dalton. My poor babies, but I guess I actually did the right thing. I love them both so much, and I couldn't put their lives at risk. Everyone I love kept on dying.

"I'm happy about having a little brother," Ella beamed.

"Your sister Imogen was also really excited, but things happened and now he's here," I told her.

"I wanna see Imogen," she said.

"You have to wait until it's time for her to be here," Malcolm explained, "For now, we can visit her through her dreams."

"Oh."

"Talking about time, it's not the time for you to be here yet," Malcolm said, "You've got a lot of great things to achieve."

"I-I don't want to, everything hurts too much when I'm alive. Besides, everyone I love kept on dying, I don't want to lose them."

"Ariana, there are people dying everyday. It's just a coincidence that someone you love is among the people who died. It's none of your fault. You need to go back, everyone loves you. You can't leave Dalton, Imogen, your fans, and everyone else who loves you."

"Can I at least stay here a little more?"

"Yes, you can stay here for a little while, but you will need to go back soon," he said and I nodded.

"Want me to show you around?" he offered.

"I would love to," I smiled.

Dalton's pov

A week had passed since Ariana slipped into a coma. I missed her so much, and I hadn't stopped crying. I hadn't left her side, except when I needed to use the bathroom. She's still in the intensive care unit, her life depending on all the machines. Imogen had been really upset. She had gotten really clingy lately. She must've been really traumatized.

The news about what happened went out to the media. We didn't realize that there were some paparazzi around when we were waiting outside the emergency room. We had to explain what happened. It wasn't easy for us or her fans.

"Mommy, pwease wake up, I miss you," Imogen cried.

"Baby, please come back, we really need you. I promise I'll do anything to make you happy again. Please come back, I'll give anything to see your smile again," I managed to say as I tried to hide my tears.

"You're a really good husband, Dalton," Ed said to me, "Ariana must've been so grateful to have you."

"T-thank you," I wiped my tears away. All of a sudden, there was a loud, long beep from her heart monitor. I quickly turned my head and saw that the line was turning straight. My heart dropped and I froze. Realizing what happened, Frankie immediately pressed on the nurse button.

"H-help, she's flatlining!" he managed to say.

"We'll be right there," a nurse replied. In a matter of seconds, Dr. Thompson and several nurses rushed into the room with a defibrillator. Dr. Thompson rubbed the defibrillator together and pressed them on Ariana's chest several times.

I was praying while crying silent tears. I couldn't lose her. She's everything to me. Imogen was standing next to me, looking horrified. The doctor rubbed the defibrillator together and pressed them on her chest a few more times and her heartbeat finally came back. Dr. Thompson then put the defibrillator away and checked on her condition.

"W-what happened to her?" I asked.

"She's getting weaker and weaker. That's what caused her heart to stop. She's showing no signs of recovery. If she wouldn't show any signs of recovery within one week, I'm afraid that we might have to pull the plugs," she replied and my heart dropped.

"W-what? Are you kidding me?" I raised my voice.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Gomez, it's for the best," she said sadly.

"P-please do anything to s-save her. I-I can't lose her, she's the love of my life," I cried.

"We will, Mr. Gomez, I promise," she reassured.

"T-thank you so much."

"Excuse me for now," she said before leaving the room. I broke down sobbing and Nonna wrapped her arms around me as she tried to comfort me. Imogen remained silent in the corner of the room. She was still shaken up by what she just witnessed.

"Come here, Imogen," I said to her and she sat down on my lap.

"I don't want Mommy to die," she cried and my heart broke. No one deserves to be afraid of their mother dying, especially when their lives just began. Kids her age would usually only worry about little things like meeting new people, but she had to deal with the fear of losing the person she loves the most.

"I know, Imogen," I cooed, trying to stay strong, "we don't want to lose her either, we have to pray for a miracle, okay?"

"I'm scared, Daddy," she sobbed. I held her tight and softly kissed her head, not knowing what else to say. Deep inside, I was also really scared, but I had to look tough. I shouldn't break down in front of my daughter, it would scare her even more.

I held Ariana's hand and rubbed my thumb across it. I missed her so much. I just wanted to see her smile again. I just wanted her to be okay again. Is it too much to ask for?