𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 *✧･ﾟ:‧͙⁺˚*･༓* [𝖕𝖆𝖚𝖑 𝖑𝖆𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖊]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx

It had been five days. Five torturous days in the small town of Forks, Washington.

Charlie's eyes had been opened to a whole new world among his own, but the only person he wanted to share this magic with was lying still and cold on the bed in front of him.

The longer Milly stays in this condition, the more Charlie feels angry at his eldest daughter. Not once has Bella even texted to check on her little sister. He understands that she is going through something, but she is starting to become insensitive. Milly had taken care of her for over a month, and Bella didn't even react to the news that Milly had been attacked.

Billy had been keeping his kids at home to help them focus on schoolwork. It had made Jacob frustrated at first, but then he slowly started to turn his sadness into frustration.

It was Seth Clearwater who had been keeping Charlie company. The usually excited and sunny boy was becoming quiet and withdrawn without his best friend. Every day, Seth comes by with a bag of things he knows Milly will want when she wakes up. He makes her cards whenever he needs to tell her something that he'll forget. A third of the Get Well Soon cards that Milly had received were from Seth. He brings all of her favourite books and puzzles, stacking them neatly in the room. He tells her stories about his day, not knowing if she can even hear him. It helps Charlie too. He would listen to Seth's day, glad that the young boy was staying optimistic.

Leah stopped by sometimes, but she was still dealing with the breakup. Watching her cousin parade around with the ex-love of her life was torture. Even worse, it seemed that no one was mad at Sam for what he had done. Even her father was happy with the relationship, congratulating the two on making it official. She needed Milly to tell her everything would be okay because she couldn't see how it could be.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

It was early in the morning when birds started screeching out of the hospital room window. The chief of police was asleep on an uncomfortable plastic chair, his head lying on the thin sheets and his hand gently holding his daughter's.

Milly weakly scrunched her face as she struggled to pry open her tired eyes. There was a dull pain in her throat that made it hard to breathe. She coughs, wincing at the pain that it has induced.

Charlie snapped awake at the slight sound, looking frantically around the room before his eyes landed on his daughter. Her eyelashes were fluting as she tried to open her eyes.

"Milly?" he asks, remembering that the last time this happened, she was rushed into surgery.

Milly started to cough, her eyes watering as the itch in her throat became sharp. She looked up at her dad, pleading with her eyes for him to help her breathe.

"It's okay, Blue. Take a slow breath for me," he coaches her, having been told what would happen when she wakes up. He subtly pushes the silver button on the wall, not wanting his daughter to take her attention off of him. "You're alright, honey. I'm here; you just gotta slow down."

She follows his instructions, trusting her Dad to make the pain go away.

A doctor comes into the room with haste, responding to the call. His eyes widen at the small girl. No one thought that she would be awake yet.

She must have fate looking out for her.

The doctor walked over to the pair, telling Charlie something that Milly couldn't hear. The sheriff nods, gently brushing hair out of Milly's face.

"Mils, the doctor is going to take that thing out now, alright?" he whispers. "You're gonna be okay, you just have to keep breathing."

Her eyebrows crease, and tears fall from the corners of her eyes into her hairline. There wasn't much Charlie could do except comfort her as the doctor started to take the tape off the sides of the apparatus. A few others came in to help, and they coaxed the breathing tube out of her throat. Charlie helped his daughter sit up a bit, helping her drink some water. She cries, hating that there are so many people in this small room. She felt claustrophobic. All of the noises around her made her head feel as though it were being crushed. Her father laid her back down on the bed, being careful not to move her around too much. She resists, though, not wanting him to leave her. She didn't like the empty place she was in. It was lonely. She missed her Dad.

Charlie sits on the small bed, facing the side, so that he can see Milly. He strokes her hair with one hand and holds her weak fist in the other.

His girl was going to be okay.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

The hospital door swung open and three teenagers piled in. Charlie quickly motions for them to be quiet, not wanting to wake the small girl. She had just gotten back to sleep. She said that she was too afraid to go back to sleep in case she went back to the empty place again. It broke Charlie's heart to know how afraid she was. There wasn't much he could do but hold her close.

Now, Milly was lying on her back with her head turned to her father, who was sitting on the cold chair next to the bed. There was a breathing mask placed over the lower half of her face to replace the intubation device she had earlier that day, and she didn't have the feeding tube anymore.

Seth walked over first, wrapping his arms around Charlie in a tight hug. After a moment, he skidded around the room, picking out different things for Milly to do when she woke up.

As Rebecca watched him pick between two different puzzles, she went over to Charlie, putting a hand on his shoulder before Seth asked her to help him decide.

Jacob stood still in the doorway, not knowing what to do.

Charlie stands up to meet him halfway and takes the teen into a bone-crushing embrace.

It was hard for any of them to believe it, but Milly was going to be okay. After days of uncertainty and fear, their prayers were finally answered.