What I Couldn't Live Without

Ch. 4 - I Think I Like When It Rains

I Think I Like When It Rains - WILLIS

"And what it's like to feel your pain. Now I'm okay if you're alright."

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Y/N's POV

We continued to go back to the hospital for the next five days in a row. Mom and Dad went back to Tampa since they knew Evan was okay, however, they made us promise to call every night and tell them how the day went.

All three of us were wheeling Evan to his physical therapy appointment and talking about the week when we were stopped by a very apologetic nurse.

"Hello, guys. Very sorry to bother you, but word has gotten around to the staff of you two being here." She said, gesturing to Flo and Lizzie. "Um," She stuttered, a bit nervous. "We have a few kids on the pediatric floor that love Marvel. They're prognosis is not great either. If you have any time, do you think you might be able to come meet them?"

Flo glanced at Evan before looking at Lizzie and myself. They must have had a silent conversation, because Lizzie spoke up and said "Of course. We would love to."

Flo smiled and nodded before turning to Evan and I saying "I'll come find you when we're done."

"I'm sure you won't be missing anything. Go ahead, be a hero." He joked as she leaned down to give him a quick kiss before following Lizzie and the nurse down the hall.

"And then there were two." I teased, taking Flo's spot and wheeling Evan down the hall towards the physical therapy department.

"The original two." He added, looking at me over his shoulder with a big smile.

When we got to where we needed to be, I signed Evan in, and took a seat as the therapists rolled him away. I watched as they stretched his limbs, worked on increasing his range of motion in his arms, and did some electrotherapy on his legs. I smiled as I watched. He was working so hard and you could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

I pulled my phone out and started reading my book for a while when a thud and a groan grabbed my attention in that direction.

I saw Evan on the floor, holding onto a nearby table struggling to lift himself up. Snapping into action, I ran over and put my hands under his arms, lifting him back into his chair. The therapist ran over with a heating pad, looking very concerned and, honestly, a little confused.

"What happened?" He asked.

"What happened?" I snapped. "What do you mean what happened? He fell out of his damn chair!"

"Y/N-" Evan tried to interrupt, but I just held my hand up to him, making him hang his head in defeat.

"You're supposed to be the therapist. Where were you?" I said coldly, anger rising at the realization of what happened.

"Ma'am -" He tried to say, but my annoyance wouldn't let him speak.

"Whatever it is you told him to do was too much. He can't do everything yet -"

"Y/N!" Evan yelled, pulling the attention of everyone in the room to us. I turned around, stunned by his sudden outburst and gave him a crooked look, furrowing my eyebrows in the process. "He didn't do anything. He didn't ask me to do anything except sit there and wait."

"Mr. Y/L/N asked for a heating pad to end the session. I was only grabbing that for him." The therapist added.

"Then why were you on the floor?" I asked Evan in a softer tone, noticing his body language. He looked embarrassed.