Finally Breathing

~ Chapter 15 ~

Sky's POV

I woke up to a room full of blinding lights. My heart was pounding in my ears, blood rushing through my veins. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened, or where I was. I sat up in bed as the memories flooded back. Tobin.

Alex's POV

As soon as Jill told me what was going on we rushed to the hospital. I was angry at myself. Why should they need to be hurt? Why didn't I notice that something was off? Tobin is my best friend, and I couldn't help feeling like there was something going on that I didn't know about, didn't notice. For that, I deserve to be suffering in the hospital in Tobin's place. I wiped away my tears, scared. Of everything. Of losing her, and along with it everything that mattered to me. As it was Serv was gone. Maybe not from life, but he's in the army. Who knows what could happen to him. I couldn't lose faith.

"Alex, we're here." Jill said in a low voice from beside me in the drivers seat. I ignored her, pale faced, before slipping off my seatbelt and walking towards the hospital doors.

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"Hi, we're here to see Tobin Heath and Sky..." I break off, looking to Jill for help.
"Sky Kelley please." She finished for me.
"Are you family?" The nurse asked us. Oh no. If it's only family that's allowed, it's got to be bad. Please Tobin, stay alive. For me, for Chris.

Jill had a hushed word with the nurse, gesturing to me as she spoke. I just stood there, shell shocked.

"Ward 312, room 7."

Jill ushered me away from the reception. My voice was raw, tired out from the screaming and crying. My eyes were puffy and red. And yet I looked indifferently into the distance. Toby, Tobin.

Jill looked at me in despair as we walked. "They're okay you know Alex. The nurse said that Tobin was knocked out when the ambulance arrived, but she only has a minor concussion and a few deep cuts on her head. She should be okay to go once they check her over. Sky on the other hand..."

I stopped listening. Tobin was okay, and that was all I needed to know. She was alive. I didn't care about Sky. It was her who got them into this mess in the first place. She called that man Dad. If that had any meaning at all, it was the reason Tobin nearly got killed. It was why I nearly lost my best friend. Tobin might not be mine anymore, but I still had a right to care about her. In my eyes, she was my responsibility, even if I had Serv and she had Christen. Or at least I think she had Chris. Who knows at this point. Even so, she was still a part of my life.

As we rounded the corner the room came into view. It was all white, the colour that I had come to associate with death. Definitely hospitals. Tobin was sat on a chair next to Sky's bed, stroking her hair as she slept. She had a stained bandage around her head, scarlet congealed blood seeping through. I opened the door slowly, receiving a look from Jill that plainly said, 'go in. I'll wait here.' I nodded at her, before returning my attention to the girl ahead of me.

"Tobin. Thank God." I cried, running across the room to her.
"Al," she breathed, embracing me in a tight hug. "Hey, I'm okay. Just a little banged up."
"A little banged up?! Tobin, you were in the presence of a crazy ass psychopath!" I screamed, hitting her on the arm, tears streaming down my cheeks in relief.

Tobin stared back at me weirdly.

"You cared?" she whispered, "you still care about me?" Her face was creased in confusion. Please say this is just the concussion talking.
"Of course. Tobin, your my best friend. We might have, you know, broken up, but that doesn't change anything. I still care about you. Your still the person that I would turn to in a tight situation, the person I would rely on. You might not be mine, but your still my favourite." I replied, softly brushing her hair out of the way of her bandage.
She pulled me in, holding me as we cried. We might just be friends now, but we're the best friends that could ever come out of what we had been through.