Calum's POV.
I didn't know which idea I was scared of more, the fact that she could've done it because of me or that she could've done it because of Luke. I'll never be able to live with myself if I was the reason, and if Luke was, I might just beat the snot out of him.
"You realize one of us might be the reason, right?" Luke whispered, his hands stuffed far into his pockets as we walked into the hospital. I nodded, not saying a word. I didn't want to cry, although I felt like I was going to.
Luke and I walked up to the counter, signing in and saying we were here for a patient. The lady gave us directions to the waiting room. We both muttered quiet thank you's as we made our way down the hall into the waiting room.
"I hope she's okay." Luke sighed, sitting down in a plastic chair.
"Me too." I didn't want to fight with him because it wasn't about us anymore. It took me so long to realize that the world doesn't revolve around me. I've been putting myself first before Shiloh, which caused me to hurt her. This could be my fault.
It felt like hours before a doctor came out and spoke to us.
"Are you here for Shiloh Evans?" He asked, looking down at his clipboard. "You must be the boyfriend." He looked at me, considering I was the one who stood up quickly. Did Shiloh tell him that? Or is he just guessing?
I nodded, not really knowing what else to say. I just wanted to see her. They hadn't told us anything about her and how she was doing.
"Great, well. She's stable. She's a little sleepy, though. She seemed pretty upset that she was in here so we had to do something to calm her down. Just make sure you don't say anything triggering. She might be asleep already but you can wait in her room until she wakes up. Follow me."
I followed the doctor as Luke got up and followed too. Her room wasn't that far down. The doctor opened the door to one of the rooms on the right and allowed us in. He had said that she seemed pretty upset that she was in here. I wanted to ask her why, but I didn't know when to.
Shiloh was sound asleep on the hospital bed, her skin pale and her eyes red. I sat down in the chair beside her bed and grabbed her hand. It was cold, colder than usual. She was still beautiful. It made me hurt, knowing that she was hurting so bad that she didn't want to live anymore.
I figured she was going to be asleep for a while, so I laid back in my chair. I was going to stay her all day and night if I had to. I was going to make sure that she knew how much I love her and how much it pains me knowing she wanted to do this. After a while, I fell asleep.
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I LIKE DRAMA IN MY STORIES INCAD
IM SORRY IF THIS MAKES ANYONE REALLY SAD BUT REMEMBER ILY ALL & YOURE WORtH IT !
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