Dance For Me

Final Plans

*Corbyn POV*

It's surgery day, and I fucking hate this.

I purposely turned off all the alarms on my phone, and Cassidy's phone, just so we'd miss this, but my baby girl is smart. She set alarms on everything that could possibly have an alarm. Did you know a television can set an alarm? I fucking didn't.

I should've just unplugged everything.

I stare at Cassidy as I sit, slightly reclined in the hospital bed, with her sitting just to my right, at my knees. I'm trying my hardest to show no fear, with everyone in the room, but Cass knows, she always knows.

"This is stupid, you can go home and get some rest, baby." I force myself to smile at Cass, as I watch everyone's eyes on me but I squeeze her hand, pathetically begging her to stay.

"I'm not going anywhere." She smiles brightly, understanding what I'm doing.

I try to avoid looking at the clock on the wall, because I know time won't stop getting closer to when I have to go under. I'm already feeling buzzed from the sedatives the nurse gave me, because they think I'll try fighting somebody again, and I won't lie, the thought has already crossed my mind a few times, but I don't want to disappoint Cassidy.

"Are you ready?" She whispers lightly.

I'm only doing this for her. There's no way in hell I'd ever do this for anyone but her, no one in my family could ever convince me to do this shit. If I didn't have Cassidy, I'd probably be out, shooting my way through all my enemies, hoping one of them gets a lucky shot and my death is quick. Now, I can't stomach the thought of dying.

"Yeah, I'm ready." My smile is obviously weak as I give her hand a squeeze, hiding the real answer.

I glance around the large hospital room, and I smile lightly as I see everyone gathered here to send me off.

Zach and Jack, the unusual pair, enemies turned to best friends, talk quietly amongst themselves as they watch a video on Zach's phone. Daniel leans against the wall, texting furiously and I know exactly what he's doing, because I used to make that same face when I texted Garcia, our alcohol supplier for the club. And Jonah, stepped out to call Devonie, wishing her well on her last week at Sanctuary.

"You guys really don't have to stay, the whole time." I chuckle lowly as my men all stand to their feet.

"Come on, Corbyn, we aren't leaving you!" Jack smiles brightly, the kid has got too much light in his eyes but I'm happy he does, he'll need it.

"Someone's gotta keep Cassidy company, so she's not having an anxiety attack the whole time." My head snaps towards the door, to see Jonah walking in with coffee for everyone.

My heart pounds harder as I think of leaving Cassidy alone, if only for a few hours. I'm causing her anxiety, and I fucking hate it.

"He's not wrong." Cass giggles but my grip on her hand tightens, I don't want her panicking, because it'll only make me panic more.

"I'm going to be fine!" I convince myself, more than anybody. I'll be fine, everything's gonna be alright.

A quiet knock comes through the door and I don't dare to look. I know it's the doctors taking me to surgery and I know I can't back down now, no matter how much I want to.

"Are you ready, Mr. Besson?" Doctor shrimp dick's voice brings my head up from Cassidy's hand interlocked with mine but my eyes don't stay on him for long before I look to Jonah, who's already looking at me

"Jonah?" I nod Jonah over and he comes quickly, a little too eager.

Jonah leans down towards me on my left side as Cassidy still sits on my right. I take a deep breath as I lean towards him.