Write it on the skyline( Derek Hale)

Chapter 34

The air hung on to the scent of rain that was about to come. The wind that howled woke me up, it was one of the best sleeps I have ever had. I felt well rested and content with everything then weight on my left hand reminded me of last night. It felt like a dream, A smile crept onto my lips when I turned and saw Derek sleeping peacefully. The wind continued its cry. His face was free off any worry and I really wanted to trace his face with my fingers, but I didn't want to disturb him, so I softly got off the bed and grabbed his button up shirt from the floor. I just loved his used shirts, it smelled off him and it provided me with some weird comfort, I felt protected. He makes me let my guard down, in all the good ways.

I walked over to the kitchen and got down to making some breakfast. I grabbed the toaster and slotted in four slices of bread and began to make some seasoned scrambled eggs. While the eggs were cooking, I washed the glass and poured some orange juice for us. When I plated everything, I walked back into the room and noticed that he was still sleeping. I took a quick glance at the time and remembered that I needed to go to the cafe to sort out some things. I lightly traced my fingers across his jawline, my touch was so light that he swats my hand away thinking I was some sort of insect which made me giggle and that somehow did the trick he opened his eyes and let out a lazy smile.

"Good morning" I said with a warm smile and then continued "Breakfast is ready"

"Now why did you do that" he said with a devilish smirk on his face which made me confused but when he said "The best breakfast is you" which made me laugh. Just as he was about move in for a kiss which I knew was going to lead into something more so I shoved him playfully and said "I need to run some errands so can we please go and have breakfast"

Once we had breakfast, I got into the shower and then changed into my jeans and paired it with a cream hoodie. After that I scooped my hair into a bun and headed downstairs.

"I am going now" I said and bent down to Derek give a quick kiss, who was busy watching tv.

The minute I left the house, the icy wind scrapped my cheek making me instantly regret leaving the house. I wanted to back in bed and snuggle but with great power comes great responsibilities, however, I don't have great power. It was wet and cold... everything was beautifully miserable.

I tucked my hands into the pocket of my hoodie and pressed my hands closely to my body and I lifted my shoulders to block the anymore cold from seeping in. I got into my car and began driving to the café. I parked a couple of blocks away to avoid the traffic. I closed the door and shoved the keys into my pocket and moved my shoulders back and forth making it seem like a dance, but it did its trick of keeping me warm. I began walking and when I was halfway to the café, I felt my heart beating erratically it was so loud I could hear it in my ears. At every heart beat it felt like my heart was thumping like a wild animal that was ready to break free from its cage. The pain demanded me to feel it. I grabbed onto the pole trying to steady myself when the wave of dizziness washed over me. It definitely felt like I was dying. Is my heart supposed to beat this fast when I am dying?

Am I supposed to feel this much pain?

I felt the blood unable to make its way to my heart it was almost suffocating, and just like that I felt the floor meet my face along with an abyss of darkness.

I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect , burning my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my steady breathing and the beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicated you were alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before that laid before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white color schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here?

Who brought me here? Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up but once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed. My body, engulfed in pain as if objecting my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. Perhaps waiting for some help by the hospital staff. I still didn't know how I got here.

The minute the nurse walked in she looked at me with pity in her eyes and walked out only to bring in a doctor. "Hello, how are you feeling so far"

"Drowsy" The minute I said that he noted something in his notepad and did a doctor routine examination.

He closed the curtains around us to give us some privacy and sat on the stool.

"Whats your name?" he asked.

"Freya sparks and yours" I asked trying to be polite

"Drake Greyson" he replied with a polite smile he then looked at me dead serious in the eye which made me a bit concern. Is there something wrong me?

"I have had many patients and I have experiences in many cases like yours-"

"Whats my case" I asked perplexed.

He cleared his throat and began "You have a weak heart"

"Well then many people have a weak heart don't yourll give them medicine or something" it's not such a big deal I just have to take better care of myself.

He did a loud gulp "what you have is called cardiomyopathy, it's a disease of your heart where it gets too weak to pump blood"

"I am sure there's a cure, right?"

"Yes there-"

"That's great" I exclaimed in happiness interrupting him from saying anything further.

"But...." He paused "You have a baby Freya if you take this medication the baby dies, the medication is too strong for the baby and there is an operation, but your body is too weak to handle it because you have a child...you both might not make it during the operation."