Love in the Shadows ~ Dean Portman x OC

Ch. 22: Nothing Could Be Better Than This

Pov: Dean Portman, January 1st, 1995, Chicago, Illinois

I wake up from the meds in pain. I groan as I attempt to reach over myself to get the meds but that only leads to more pain so I just lie there in my bed. My arm is practically healed, or at least the pain has gone away, but my leg and ribs are still completely crushed. My chest hurts, my head hurts, my stomach hurts, everything hurts.

I hear someone knock at my door "Come in" I sound like shit
"Hungry? The nice people brought food again" Jackie asks
"Nah I'm good"
"She's prettier than you said she was Dean"
"Who is?"
"Morgan"
"How do you know? Was she here?!"
"Yeah she dropped off more food"

I painfully scuffle out of my position and sit upright on the edge of the bed "Jackie I swear to god, are you lying to me?"
"No I promise! Ask Sammy he'll tell you!"
"Can you get him for me?"
"Yeah" She runs out of my room and a couple seconds later Sam walks in
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"Morgan, was she here?"
He hesitated before answering "Yeah"
"What happened?! Why didn't you wake me up?!"
"Because you needed the sleep. She met Doug and Darla and she helped them drop food off and that's it"
"So she didn't see me like this?"
"Well she came up to your room"

...

"Are you kidding me???"
"No. Bro I saw the look on her face when she came back. She's worried man"
"That's exactly why I didn't want her or anyone to see me!"
"Well tough" He scans my room and lands his eyes on my bedside table "This your pick?" He holds up a black and silver guitar pick
"No all of mine are in my box" He hands me the pick and I examine it
"It's hers"
"How do you know?"
"She left a note. Cheesy bitch" He hands me the paper as I read with intent

Dean,

Seeing you today made me want to cry. You seemed so calm but I could only imagine how much pain you were in. I wish you were at my concert yesterday but I'd rather you focus on getting better. I'm so sorry that you're stuck like this. I miss you and your warm smile so when you get that back give me a call.
(828) - 913 - 2024

Get better soon love
- Morgan ♡

I wanted to run, maybe I could catch her. I wanted to scream so she could hear me. I wanted her. I wanted her near me. The two letters and the pick were all I had of her and I needed more. I braced my hand on the table and attempted to stand up but Sam got in the way "What are you doing?"
"She left a phone number. I'm calling her"
"She just left. Give her a day or two"
"No I'm done waiting Sam" I try to get up again and this time Sam moves out of the way. He actually stabilizes me and helps me to the kitchen phone. I dial the number and agonizingly listen to the ringing

"Hello?"
"Morgan?"
"Dean?! Oh my god how are you??"
I take a sigh the second I hear her melodic voice. All the pain in my legs, my chest, my head, and my stomach fade with each syllable out of her mouth "I'm ok. How are you?"
"Cold. Chicago is very cold"
"Yea I was gonna warn you before you came but I never had your number"
"Hang on-"

She hangs up. Did we get disconnected? Was she gonna call me back? I just kinda waited by the phone like an idiot until I redialed her number. It rang and rang until she finally answered
"Hey open your door I'm freezing out here"
"What?"
"I'm outside open up"

"Sam can you get the door?"
"No one knocked"
"Just open the door"

He does and she's there. She's actually there. She's shivering but through the pink color on her face and the chattering of her teeth she still looks gorgeous. She wastes no time and runs up to me and hugs me tight. I let a little groan out as the sudden force of her body on mine hits every pain sensor I have. It stings but if she lets go I'll never forgive myself