Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 25

<Xavier's p.o.v>

Blake and I cautiously walk in.

Hope is lying there, unconcious.

The doctor speaks.

"Your friend here has experienced a very traumatizing time. It seems that she has passed out due to the lack of oxygen she was inhaling. This is because we have discovered a problem with her lungs.

"We assume that this may have something to do with her abusive past. We aren't quite fully sure what yet, but we will be looking into it. We apologize for any concern this news may have caused."

The doctor finishes.

"W-will she be okay?"

"She will wake up, but the state of her lungs could be fatal." The doctor tells me.

I bite my lip.

Come on, Hope. I know your strong. Your lungs will pull through. I promise.

I tell myself.

I seemed to have zoned out, because when I next knew it, I was half-way back home.

I realize this and panic immediately.

Hope. I had to stay with her.

I had to.

I started to breath heavily.

Hope.

The tears.

I could have helped, but I didn't.

It was all my fault.

It was all my fucking-

"XAVIER!" I glance up to see Blake looking down at me.

"Pull yourself together, dude. She's going to be fine. She is." I take a deep breath and nod slowly.

I had to be fine for Hope.

I climb into the car in silence.

* * *

I get home and I still haven't said another word.

Blake takes me to my room.

I sit on my bed, looking lost.

Then, the phone rings.

My heart stops.

It was about Hope.

I rush to the phone and pick it up.

"Hello?" I ask, an urgency to my tone.

"Is this the young man who escorted Miss Evans to the hospital earlier this week?"

"It is." I say, my hands shaking.

"My name is Doctor Calvin. I am calling to inform you of Hope's state."

My heart pounds out of my chest.

"How is she?" I ask.

"She is doing fine. Her lungs are okay, just a little damaged. We will be performing an operation to sort that, and when we have dime so, she will be free to leave the hospital."

"When's the operation?" I ask.

"Tomorrow, 10:00am." He replies.

In that moment, it felt like I could do anything. Hope was okay. She was okay.

"Thank you!" I almost shout down the phone.

"Just doing my job." The man says, but I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

And I hung up.

Then I swivelled round to see Blake looking at me with a confused expression.

I grin at him and announce what the man just told me.

Blake was probably nowhere near as exited as I was.

But he was still exited.

Today couldn't get any better.

* * *

That night, I could barely sleep.

Hope was going to be out of the hospital for good.

I was grinning stupidly to myself when a question popped into my head that, try as I might, I couldnt remove from my head.

It kept nagging at my brain.

Where is she going to live?

She had no family left.

And as much as I wanted her to, I knew she couldn't stay at my house.

And she wasn't going to live in the hospital forever.

Where was she going to stay?

In all honesty, there was onlybone answer.

I hated the thought of it, but it was the only realistic option.

She would go into care.