Honey, I Dare You!

XIII.

*+*+*+*Brett's POV*+*+*+*

Dimmed lights. Beeping machines. Aching pains.

"It's going to be okay, you two. Brett would never leave his family. Not like this."

"How do you know Olivia? This is all of your fault!" What? "Brett is never around anymore because of you! If he weren't with you all day yesterday he would have been home when mom got the final warning!" Stop blaming her Sarah! "We could have been on our way to somewhere safer! Brett wouldn't be unconscious! It's your fault that Brett is going to die." My little sister's voice rang followed by the slamming of a door.

"She doesn't mean any of that, Olivia," my mom soothes her. "I'm going to go talk to her." I hear muffled sniffles after my mom leaves. Olivia places her small hand into my large one.

"Please don't leave. You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. If you leave I'm going to shut down again and I don't want that. I need you, Brett." There's a long pause, "Please, say something, move your hand. Do something." Her crying intensifies. I can only imagine what her face looks like; wet, red and puffy and it breaks my heart. Damn it, Brett, move! Let her know you're okay!

My stubborn body refuses to listen to me but I don't give up. I hear one of the machines I'm hooked up to quicken in sound. I must be doing something right. Move, Brett! Comfort her! Let the love of your life know you're okay!

"Nurse! Someone, come quick!" Olivia screams running to the door, I suppose.

She rushes back in, out of breath followed by ,who I assume to be, my nurse.

"What's going on?" My mom enters.

"I'm not exactly sure . . . it's as if he's fighting against himself. This rarely happens."

"Is it a bad thing? Is he dying?" My mom asks, her voice cracking. Olivia spills into a hurricane of tears. I try to yell at her to get her attention. Stop it, Olivia-Grace! I'm not dying! I fight more and more trying to escape the prison that is my body in order to hold my precious Olivia.

"He's-" The nurse begins to speak but stops as if she isn't sure what to say.

"Spit it out!" My mother rang.

"He's moving." she continues. Yes! It's working!

I feel Olivia's hand enclose into mine once more. I can feel her body shaking intensely and I think I manage to squeeze her hand.

The nurse cuts in again, "He seems to be reacting to you, Ms.Olivia. Talk to him." Olivia lets go of my hand and I ache for her touch. Her hand soothes the side of my still face and her warmth sends me, nearly, to Heaven.

"Uh, hey Brett. It's Olivia, but you probably know that." she giggles. I want to touch her myself. "I know you're strong and I know you can fight through this." She lays her head on my chest and that ignites my strength. Somehow my arm reaches up and I stroke her beautiful black hair.

"Brett!" she squeals and my mother cheers. I'm doing it. I must be moving.

I weakly manage to open my sore eyes, "Olivia-Grace." I croak. I embrace her in a hug, that I wish was tight, but my muscles disagree. "I love you Olivia-Grace." I continue.

...

*.*.*.* 1 Week Later*.*.*.*

*+*+*+*Olivia's POV*+*+*+*

Brett is finally getting released from the hospital today and I couldn't be anymore excited. Karen was called on a business trip that she couldn't turn down so she asked me to look after Brett and his sister, Sarah, for her. It took a lot of me begging my dad to let them stay at our place but he finally caved in and said 'yes.'

I pull up to the discharge area and I spot Brett being wheeled through the automatic sliding doors with the hugest smile on his face.

"Good morning, Olivia-Grace Bryant." He greets as he slides into my Jeep.

"Good morning, Breton Allen." I smile back.

We drive in comfortable silence on our way to my home, where his sister is already.

"Brett!" Sarah squeals running into Brett's arms.

"Whoa, easy there!" He scrunches his face a bit.

"Sorry, I forgot. I just missed you..." Sarah says. "Missed you more." he replies.

"Brett, get your booty in here!" My mom yells from the kitchen in an excited tone. Brett leaves with a smile on his face and I can't help it but to smile also.

"What are you smiling for?" Sarah asks me in an aggravated tone.

"Uh, I was-"

"Don't think that just because Brett is fine now that you can get off so easily. This is all still your fault. Entirely." Sarah turns on her heels and exits the room.

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