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Chapter Fourty Three - Bruised

Dans POV

"Let me the fuck in right now!"

I don't even realise I'm shouting. My whole body is shaking and all I'm feeling is a mix of panic and anger.

Why the hell won't they just let me in?!

"Mr Smith I'm sorry, but I can't let you in there in this state, you need to calm down or I'll have to call security to remove you"

The nurse lays her hand softly on my arm.

"If you calm down, you can go in. I promise"

I wrench my arm away and turn to pace the waiting area.

Kyle, Woody, Will and Chrissy are all sitting, watching me.

"What?!" I shout at them.

"Dan mate, sit down. You heard her, you're not getting in to see her like this"

"UGH!" I throw my hands up and walk down the corridor to the coffee machine.

It's been over an hour since the hospital called me to tell me Emily had been brought in.

They've told me she was involved in a car accident, but the bastards won't give me more information yet because I'm not immediate family.

I had shouted and screamed that I'm her boyfriend but apparently that's not good enough for them.

I throw a few coins into the coffee machine and yank the cup out of the holder.

"Fuck!" Boiling hot coffee spills all over my hand, so naturally my first instinct is to throw the cup at the wall... obviously.

My hand is in agony but I'm struggling to care much.

Kyle walks up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Mate" he says quietly.

I take a step away from him.

"Mate? You're calling me mate?" I'm fuming. "You realise this is all your fault, right? You fucking started all of this when you decided it would be a good idea to kiss her"

He doesn't respond at first, just looks at me with guilt plastered all over his face.

"I know" he shakes his head and looks at the floor "Dan I'm sorry"

"Don't say sorry to me, it's her you need to apologise to" I point in the direction of the room Emily is in.

"She's the one that could've died because of you so don't fucking say sorry to ME"

"DAN!" Will shouts at me as he walks towards us, followed by Woody, who's holding hands with Chrissy, her face is red and tear stained.

"Stop shouting at him, it's not his fault, don't be a dick" Will steps in between us and pushes me back a little.

Chrissy lets go of Woodys hand and grabs Kyles instead. She pulls him away from me, back to the waiting area.

Woody follows them out, and when they're gone, Will turns back to me.

"It's unfair for you to blame Kyle. How was he supposed to know any of this would happen?"

"He kissed my girlfriend and now look, she's lying in a hospital bed and they won't even let me in to see her! I love her Will, what if it's really bad" At this point I can hold in my panic no more, and the feeling of rage subsides.

I slide down the wall to sit on the floor and tears begin streaming down my face.

"I could lose her!" I choke the words out.

Will sits down next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders.

"You won't lose her Dan. Let's just all chill out. We'll know more when we get in to see her and she's properly awake. The doc said they've got her on some pain medication so she's conscious but super out of it"

I continue to cry and cover my face with my hands. I need to get this all out before I get in there, I need to be strong, for her.

"Seriously mate. It'll be okay" Will pats my back gently and I feel a bit better, he's always been able to calm me down when no one else could.

"I don't want to be near Kyle" I say through my hands.

Will sighs slightly, but still agrees. "Yeah I think that's best."

I'm not sure how long we sit here on the floor, but it feels like an eternity. Will makes small talk, to try and distract me, but it's not working at all.

"Mr Smith?" The nurse interrupts us. "Miss James is asking for you, do you feel okay to go in"

I take a deep breath and wipe my eyes with my sleeves.

"Yeah, please, I really need to see her"

"I just want to warn you" she continues "That she's quite bruised from the impact and her leg is in a cast. Just so you don't feel too shocked when you get in there"

I didn't notice before, but her welsh accent is super strong.

I stand up. Her leg is in a cast. She won't be able to stay on this tour, she's going to have to go home. Well, I'm not going to let her go alone.

"Will, can you call Brendan and let him know I'll not be finishing this tour"

I think he was expecting that, because he doesn't seem shocked.

"Yeah mate, don't worry, I'll do it. We can reschedule the rest of the dates" he nods "We'll give you guys some time and then come in to see how she's doing, yeah?"

"Yeah" I mumble, and slowly follow the nurse to Emily's room.