True love doesn't just exist in fairy tales 💕

Back home with the family

Charlie's POV:

I hate this so much!

"Charlie...?" A faint whisper is heard from the corner of the living room.

I snap my head round to see...Tillie?

"Hey..." My voice is all croaky from crying.
"I-Is Nick ok?" She mumbles, tiptoeing over to me.

Nick's being taken to hospital with Sarah while Diane stays with us.

"He'll be ok."

But what if he's not...

"I'm sorry!" She cries out, covering her face.

Why is she sorry!?

"Why? You haven't done anything wrong!" I defend.
"I spilled my drink and he's away because of me!" She sobs.

I open up my arms and she runs into them immediately, hugging me tight.

"You didn't mean to. It was an accident..." I comfort her as much as I can without crying.

She doesn't speak. And neither do I.

~~

I walk into the hospital room and find Nick lying on the bed, still unconscious.

"You alright, Love?" Sarah asks as I sit on the bed with Nick.
"Mhm. Just...in shock."
"He'll be ok! You know that, don't you."
"We can only hope that he wakes up."

I take Nick's hand and hold it in mine, spreading my thumb over his hand.

"Do you want anything? I'm getting a coffee." Sarah asks, standing up from the chair and walking to the door.
"I'm fine, thank you!" I reply quickly.

She leaves the room and I let out a sigh of sadness.

I try to get off the bed when I feel my hand get squeezed.

"Nick?"

It happens again.

"Nick?"

I look at him, just staring at his beautiful face. I try to get up again, but his eyes start to flutter and he starts to stir, meaning he's waking up.

"SARAH!!" I scream.

~~

Nick's POV:

I open my eyes and all I see is a blur of white.

"Charlie! What's going on!?"

I don't know who said that.

"Nick!"

I open my eyes fully and look around slowly, trying to remember where I am. But I don't.

"C-Char...?" I mumble, my voice so low and quiet.
"Nick!!"

Charlie!!

I look around and notice I'm not at home. I'm in a hospital room...

"W-Where am I?" I ask, sitting up.
"Hospital, Nick..." Charlie whispers, holding my hand.
"Oh..."

Charlie pulls a hand up at brushes the hair out of my face.

"Are you ok?" He asks.

I look around again, hoping I'm dreaming.

"Y-Yeah..."

A door swings open and a Mum is rushing in.

"Nicky, are you ok!?" She panics, grabbing my other hand.
"I'm fine, Mum." I laugh.