Dragged Down By Her past

Nothing- Blake's POV

Blake's POV-

I felt ridiculous as I limped back and forth in a nervous wreck. Paid off doctors and nurses rushed through the whole first floor of the mansion around me. They were each carrying sterile tools and strong medicines as they rushed from makeshift room to makeshift room, helping different patients with different injuries. How Diego got so many healthcare workers there that quickly was beyond me, but I was grateful nonetheless as they all were doing their jobs frantically.

As each one passed, they all usually stared at my bleeding leg in worry and concern. I knew that they had all wanted to say something to me about being on the injured leg. They probably all even wanted to treat me. No one said a single word to though. I was sure that I looked too crazed for them to want to really talk to me.

"Blake..." Diego sighed as he walked up to me.

My mind went to the worst extremes. My heart squeezed in terror as Diego came up to me with an exhausted look on his face. My breathing went erratic as he pushed me towards a chair that had been placed in the hallway for me.

"Sit down," his shaky and tired voice spoke in an eerily calm manner.

No. No. I wouldn't accept it. Nothing happened.

"Blake," he chastised when I immediately got back up to pace again. "Sit!" He commanded.

"No!" I almost snarled at him. "I don't want to hear it. Whatever you have to say... No. I-If I avoid it then it's not really happening. She's okay. She has to be okay."

"What?" Diego asked perplexed. "Oh! No, no, no," he said with dismissal. "Blake, Amelia is fine."

I blinked at him after he said those words. She was fine. She was going to be okay! I had never felt more relieved in my whole life. I had been so nervous and scared. I couldn't lose her. I couldn't handle Amelia dying. I loved her too much. I didn't want to have to go through what I had went through with Erica. I couldn't handle it if it were Amelia this time... And, trust me, I knew how shitty that sounded.

"They're just removing the bullets from her shoulder and chest area. Nothing major was hit. She won't even need surgery or anything. She just lost some blood because she wouldn't slow the fuck down and sit. Now learn from her mistakes, and sit the fuck down, Blake! You can see her as soon as they have her sewed up."

"She's okay?" I asked softly and sat down in the chair next to him.

"She's okay, Blake," he answered me with a smile. "She won't be taken out that easily. You know firsthand how ridiculously strong she is, and how strong her love and devotion to all of us is. She won't be stopped that easily."

"She's okay..." I sighed in relief and let myself sag. "Thank God, she's okay."

With that revelation, my leg exploded in pain. It was hot and hard pain, completely taking over my whole leg. However, the pain in my leg could never amount to the pain in my heart when I thought Amelia was hurt beyond repair. The pain could also never overtake the joy in my heart at the happiness of Amelia being okay.

She was okay.

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"There," Diego said gruffly when he pointed at a chair inside the room. "Now that you're in here with her, let someone take a look at your leg. I know it's more than just a graze."

"Blake," Amelia groaned groggily.

"Hey Milly," I greeted and limped over to stand next to the bed that she was laying in.

"Blake!" Diego chastised. "Sit the fuck down!"

"Mmm," Amelia groaned and covered her ears. "Too tired. Too loud," she complained and pushed her face into my arm that was resting next to her. "I want to go to sleep."