Dance For Me

Don't Look

*Corbyn POV*

The heart monitors beep faster as I feel the large feeding tube being pulled from my throat.

This is it, I guess. This is the make or break point to see if I'm actually dead or not.

I test out moving my hands and they slowly ball to fists. Loud cheering comes from all around the room as my eyes begin to flutter open.

I have to keep my eyes squinted closed to adjust to the horrible yellow fluorescent lights but I push out a smile.

I could've sworn I was dead.

When I open my eyes fully, I scan around the room, seeing everyone huddled to the right corner, furthest away from my bed. I look to see Jonah, Zach, Daniel, Jack and Dakota but I don't see the person I wanted to see most.

I try to not let it ruin my mood, I'm awake, I'm alive, I'm somewhat healthy.

"Mr. Besson, I'm going to do a few tests, can you tell me if you're feeling this?" I don't bother looking at the doctor as I reach my hands up, pulling off the oxygen tube that's resting in my nose.

"Cassidy-" My voice comes out hoarse and dry. It almost burns to speak.

I swing my legs off the bed and Jonah comes rushing to my side.

"Cassidy is at the safe house, she's fine" Jonah chews his lip and I know he's fucking lying

"Don't lie" Jonah looks towards the doctor and he nods his head, slowly walking towards the door.

"Hey Doc, next time, don't fuck your trainee in a room with a coma patient" I call out his dumb ass for making me wish I was dead in that moment. "If you do, at least make her cum"

The doctor freezes in his spot for a second before rushing out of my room, closing the door silently.

"What?" Zach laughs. "Did you hear everything when you were in a coma?"

"Yeah, you guys are a bunch of sappy assholes" My eyes lock on Dakota as I watch him gulp.

His hair has grown out since I last saw him, he looks like shit, fucking homeless as he's gotten more face tattoos since I last saw him.

"Pass me my stuff" I point to the white garbage bag that's sitting on one of the lime green arm chairs

"Cassidy doesn't have a phone, you won't be able to call her" Zach grabs my belongings, rushing over to my side.

I place the bag down on my lap, shifting though it to find my leather jacket. I pull out the dried blood covered jacket with a hole in the back and find the pistol I had within it. I point to Dakota before motioning him over to the other side of my bed.

I watch him sigh but he walks over to me anyways. I grab the collar of his patched up jean jacket, pulling him down to my level before I place my gun under his chin.

Gasps are heard around the room while Daniel takes a step closer to me. Jack takes a step back.

"What did you call my girl?" I take the safety off, placing a bullet in the chamber. I'm not afraid to kill him, here and now.

"I didn't know she was your girl, bro. Relax" Dakota's eyes don't meet mine as he balls his fists that are at his sides

"Does it look like I give a shit?! Huh? What if I did that to your little Scarlett?" Dakota swallows hard against my gun and I can't help my smirk.

"How did you know about her?"

"Scarlett Edwards, born May 31st, 1996. Gave birth to Danielle Mary in November, 2020. Six months ago she gave birth to Joseph Dixon."