Shedevil |Vamps|James McVey|

Chapter 7

The next day, James was giddy with nerves. This wasn't like him. He never felt nervous over anything; even performing in front of thousands of people. It just didn't happen. And here he was, jittering beneath his skin. Giving himself another once over in his mirror, James headed out the door, keys in hand. Deciding on driving to the hospital this time, he got into his car and drove to the building that could determine his future.

Extremely put but still, it made sense to him at the time. She was his world, even if she hadn't been present for two years. She was always going to be his past, present and future. He knew he was in deep but, then again, he'd dug the hole himself. The only person he'd have to blame was the one that looked back at him in the mirror. He was fine with that, though. Even if she wasn't. And he was praying to whatever god would hear him that she would accept him. That she'd allow him to love her again because, god damn it, he still loved her.

With one last rev of the engine, he turned into a parking space and put  his car into gear. The next ten minutes consisted of James sitting there, trying to calm his breathing. It was like he couldn't take a deep enough breath to steady his breathing. He was going mental staring at the blank space of building in front of him. It was now or never, he thought to himself, gripping his steering wheel. With every single ounce of courage he had within him, his had moved to open his door and disembarked from his car. Walking through the door, he felt his hands get clammy and it wasn't just because the hospital was bloody freezing.

The elevator ride was the worst. He could feel his heartbeat pick up; if it even could. James already felt like his heart was beating out of his chest but now, it was fighting it's way out of his mouth. He felt sick. He wasn't ready. Not for this. God, what was he thinking? He couldn't do this.

With a little ding, the doors opened and he willed himself to step out. He walked down the long corridor before ending up at her door. Making a fist, he knocked on her door and waited for a reply. There was shuffling on the other side of the door and he held his breath. This was going to be it. She was so close.

The door swung open, blonde head popping out from behind the wood. James' heart fell slightly and a little jealous rage surged through him. Smiling at him, Tyler steps out beside James and nodded at him to go inside. Watching the other boy head down the long hallway he had just walked through, he took another breath and closed the door.

Looking towards the bed, he took a step back as subtly as he could. She looked so tiny on that huge bed, it didn't look right. It wasn't right, at least not to him. Every memory he had of her was vibrant; she was happy. Color was in her cheeks as she teased him, about his hair or how cute his smile was, how he howled like a wolf or how he never seemed to stop eating.

The Charlotte in the hospital bed before him wasn't who he remembered. It all seemed so wrong. He felt so out of place, like the whole room was a sacred place that he defiled. He looked into her eyes then, finding the same green he had remembered from so many memories. At least one thing about her hasn't changed.

"Hey James," she said, smiling slightly as she tried to sit up in bed; a grimace crossed her face and he sprung into action, holding onto her arm to help her prop herself up, "Long time no see."

"Technically," he replied, looking down at her as he was standing next to her bed by now, "We saw each other the other day."

"You're still the same," she smiled, eyes glistening in the sunlight pouring through the window on the side wall, "Smart ass, as always."

"Yeah, still the same me," he whispered, lips pulling up slightly; eyes boring into Charlotte's.