seven souls (the black phone characters x reader)

chapter forty

My heart dropped to the ground and my legs grew weak underneath me. I gripped onto Vance's arm worried I may fall to the floor at any moment. Vance placed his other arm around me keeping me steady as we made our way back to the room before the nurse could start shouting at everyone to go back.

"Oh god I may puke" I said leaning against the wall letting myself fall to the ground. My head was pounding like someone was pressing their fists right into the sides of them. The rest of my body felt numb to the touch. Please don't let him die. Please don't let him die, I thought over and over again.

"Hey hey hey" Vance said sitting in front of me trying to grab my attention. I lifted my head looking into his deep bright blue eyes that were like a trance I could get lost in.

"What?" I said lifting my hand up gripping my shirt a little. He laid his hand over mine pulling it back down to my side as I assumed he was trying to figure out what he needed to do to help me calm down a bit. He stayed silent, still unknown what to do.

"(Y/n) listen to me Robin not going to die if the fucker couldn't kill me, he can't kill Robin"

"But you saw what I saw! Blood was spilling out of him like a fucking waterfall!" I screamed out the corner of my eyes prick with tears ready to spill. I was about ready to break down in front of Vance as he pulled me back up to my feet walking over to the beds taking his pushing it next to mine. He grabbed the remote off my bed turning on the tv turning his head back to me.

"Look don't get mad I don't know how to help much when people have panic attacks, but we can sit back and watch something you like" he said handing me back the remote jumping on his bed. I took a seat over on my bed flipping through channels on the tv but at that moment all I wanted was comfort, but Vance wasn't the type to do that shit so I didn't ask instead just lying there in silence watching the tv. We spent maybe a good two hours sitting in silence watching tv till I heard a snore come from beside me. I wasn't surprised at the slightest that he eventually passed out. I got up walking off to the bathroom lifting my shirt off pulling back the bandages to see the stitches, the only thing that was holding my stomach up together. A hard knock came from the door as I jumped back gripping on the sink staring the door down just ready for something to come bursting in.

"Who is it?"

"Can you let me the fuck in"

I let out a groan reaching my hand to the door, twisting the lock curling my fingers around the doorknob, turning it, opening the door just enough for Vance to come barging in uninvited, blocking my path.

"I can still tell your upset so what the fuck do I need to do?

"You don't need to do anything and wait a minute, why do you even care?"

"Because you're my friend for fuck sakes so either let me help or not I don't care"

I couldn't understand why he was acting this way to me now. Maybe he did have a heart somewhere deep down. I let out a sigh, opening my arms out looking up at him.

"P-please can I have a hug" I said my voice cracking a little with tears already pouring down my face. He didn't say anything, taking a step closer to me wrapping his arms around my back pulling me to him. I broke down completely letting all my feelings pour out from the stress, the pain, the fear etc. as I couldn't keep pushing them deep down and act like I was just fine. Vance tightened his grip around me in a way I knew he might have needed too from all that man has put us through. As we stayed like that for a couple of minutes before he quickly pushed me away as a nurse stepped in holding two trays of food for our dinner. Vance quickly took the tray running back over to his bed helping himself.

"Thanks" I mumble, taking the tray from the nurse walking back to my bed, setting it down waiting for the nurse to leave before setting the tray over by the little table that was set up in our room.

"You're not going to eat?" Vance asked with a mouth full of food. 

"Just not that very hungry" I said my stomach said otherwise giving a deep growl at the mention of food. I couldn't stomach though with the thought of Robin on his almost near experience with death row or he could be knocking at death door as we speak. I threw myself back over the bed turning my attention up to the tv flipping through channels landing on some cartoons as Vance became intrigued good enough to keep us both busy until I gave Vance the remote pulling the blanket over me closing my eyes.

"you're going to bed already?"

"Some people like to sleep early Vance" 

"you're not going to bed early around me" 

"I doubt it" I said rolling to the other side laying my head back on the pillow trying to catch on some sleep. Vance made it a challenge though to keep me up turning up the volume louder and making a mess around the room. let's say that night I was slowly plotting on how to get rid of Vance so I could earn some rest.