"What we have to lose"

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Amilia's POV:
It took some while, I don't know how long until I heard the high pitch noise of something again. I still wasn't able to open my eyes, but I felt something. My left hand was warm and it feels like someone holds it. The right hand also felt warm but I felt something else. Another hand on my arm, drawing circles. The only one who ever does it, was Daniel. Omg does this mean he's here?! It relaxed me immediately even though I still don't know who the other one is.

Daniel's POV:
"We should tell the other ones should we? Our friends, Red Bull, I mean Christian and her parents. Oh shit I bet they know nothing. If she kept it from us, she definitely kept it from them." I said and Max agreed. "If you want I can do that, I can talk to them in Dutch, maybe that's easier for them to understand." Max said and I agreed. Meanwhile I called our friends and told them. Everyone was surprised and told me that if we need anything that they'll bring it. They all wanted to visit as well.
Max came back and told me how shocked her parents were. Amilia told them that she's fine and that her health is nearly fully recovered. They told him that they book a flight and will be there as soon as possible.
At some point we both fell asleep because when I woke up I recognized my head resting on her bed. I looked over to Max who was asleep as well. I checked the monitors and Amilia but everything was still the same. She was still asleep and the beep sound still in the same rhythm.
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Amilia's POV:
I woke up but didn't at the same time. My thoughts were on but my eyes still closed. I heard this constant sound again, can someone please turn that off? I was a little confused because I still felt the hands on me. I go and grab some breakfast for us ok? Wait was that Max? The warmth on my hand left when I heard the voice. So it was Max sitting there. Yeah that's alright I stay here ok? Daniel. That's definitely Daniel. So he's still here, his hand still holds mine. Now that I know that they are with me, I try even harder to wake up. Daniel seems to move because he let go of my hand. Please don't leave me. I was scared, does this now mean I die?
Soon I recognized that there was no need to worry, Daniel laid down next to me, his hand grabbed my again and the fingertips of his other hand find their way over my cheek. Amilia, Princess I'm here. Daniel is here, I won't leave you. I stayed all night and I will stay as long as it takes. I just want you to know that I never left you alone and I hope you weren't scared. I love you.
From the sound of his voice I heard that he cried. I want to hug him so badly and thank him but I wasn't able to, I have to wake up first.
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Max's POV:
I organized something to eat for us and I saw Daniel laying next to her crying when I came back. When he saw me he tried to wipe away his tears. "Sorry." he said and stood up. "Don't be sorry." I replied and pulled him into a hug.
The doctor visited already twice today and told us that Amilia will probably wake up within the next 6 hours. During the time we waited Charlotte and Charles visited. Charlotte was shocked when she saw Amilia and started to cry. She admitted that she knew and that she feels responsible for not saying anything. After explaining herself Daniel hugged her and thanked her for being there for Amilia. He wasn't angry at her for not telling him like she thought. Shortly after that, Amilia's parents arrived. Her parents came over to hug me, both looking like they cried the whole time. When they hugged Daniel it was a heartbreaking thing to see. Daniel cried again, he must go through hell right now. Her parents grabbed her hands and sat down where we sat all night.

Amilia's POV:
It got pretty noisy around me. I heard the doctor, and some more voices. People cried and talked a lot, who the hell was this. "It's ok, I'm so glad that Amilia talked to you Charlotte." Daniel spoke to Charlotte. That means Charles is here as well. Now it all makes sense, she apologized because she knew about my health problems. If I could only wake up and hug them all, tell them that this is all my fault and that I'm sorry.
No one held my hands anymore and I was surprised when I heard more people coming into the room. "Hallo allebei.". Omg This is my mum and she's crying. Is my dad here as well? All of a sudden I felt my hands being held again and the voices let my heart ache. "Amilia je liet ons schrikken." I remembered what I told them when they were asking about my health. I lied to them as well and I feel so bad for it now that I see where it got me.
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