Forever.

Chapter 15: Our Moment

Claire's P.O.V. (The next day)

"Claire." I hear. "Claire." I open my eyes and Braden is directly in front of me. My eyes automatically go to the unfamiliar walls and setting around me.

"Where am I?" I ask as I sit up.

"Hey, be careful." He says as he places his hands on my shoulders.

"Braden, where am I?" I ask again. I look around and see a bunch of machines with wires connected to them. Judging by the bed I'm in, the color of the walls, and the blinding lights, I'm in a hospital. "Why am I here? I told you not to call for help." I say as I sit up all the way.

"What was I supposed to do?" He asks. "You weren't okay." He says.

"I was fine, I knew how to deal with it." I say.

"No, you weren't fine." He says with a serious face.

"I was fine then-" I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

"You stopped breathing!" He yells at me.

"What?" I asked shocked.

"Right after you kissed me I totally forgot about everything you were going through, but a few seconds later you stopped kissing me and went limp. I was screaming for people to call for help, but I was too busy doing that to realize that you weren't breathing. When I noticed I froze, I didn't know what to do, so I just started screaming again." He says.

"How am I okay?" I ask.

"Mario." He says.

"Mario?" I ask.

"He was the waiter."

"I know who he is." I say.

"He noticed that I was screaming and helped me lay you on the ground. Mario started CPR and I started to think that you wouldn't make it. At that very moment when that thought crossed my mind you took a huge breath and sat up." He says.

"I sat up?" I ask.

"You sat up, and you were breathing heavy. You hugged me, but passed out again and now we're here." He says. "Has it ever been that bad?" He asks. Actually, they've been worse, but he doesn't need to know what. Apparently, there was one time that ended with me almost ending up in a coma for the rest of my life.

"No. I've never heard of it to that extremity." I say as I slightly shake my head.

He takes a few moments and just states at me with a puzzling look.

"You're lying." He says.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say blankly.

"You're. Lying." He says. "How bad was it?" He asks madly.

I keep a straight face.

"How bad?" He asks.

"We don't need to worry about it. It happened, it's in the past." I say.

"Claire." He says seriously.

"Let's just say if Dylan wasn't with me, I wouldn't be here right now." I say.

"What?" He asks.

"I don't want to talk about it." I say.

"How bad was it?" He asks.

"Listen to me." I say seriously. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Dylan? What do you mean Dylan?" He asks.

"If Dylan wasn't with me, I would have ended up in a coma for the rest of my life. Keeping life support going would have been worthless, they would have pulled the plug within two days." I say.