TORN~ A tragic yet beautiful love story

Chapter 22

Dottie's POV:

"Thank you." I said with a smile. "No problem at all Dottie!" Ashley said back, handing me the two Carmel mochas. Ashley was always working at Johnson's Café in the mornings. I would see her all the time; being as I was a regular. I paid her, and was walking down the street when I just couldn't stop worrying about Sebastian. It had been two days since the accident, and he planned to tell the authorities of his actions when he was well again. It was self defense, but I still had my doubts about what would happen. In these past two days, I've stayed at the hospital 24/7, with Sebastian, talking to him, watching the lame soap operas that came on, and sleeping on the couch next to his bed, never leaving his side. Though, of course he got sick of the dried up food they brought him, so I went out to get us some biscuits from the bakery down the street, and some coffee from our favorite Café.

It took about 30 minutes to walk back to the hospital, but the warm felt nice. I'm a winter person myself, but after the winter I had, spring was a needed change. I walked into the lobby, checked in, and walked up two fights to Sebastian's room. When I walked in, his mouth slowly curved up into a brilliant smile. I smiled back at him, sat out food on the chair next to his bed, and leaned over. "Hey babe," He said as he stretched his neck up to his me slowly. When we pulled back, I smiled again and said, "Hey.." he put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for another sweet kiss, "I missed you." he said as he stroked the side of my face with his thumb. "I wasn't gone for even an hour." I chuckled as I sat on the side of his bed. "Still too long." He grinned. "What'd you get us then?" He asked as he straining to sit himself all the way up. His face hiding how much it hurt him; but I knew better.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing he would keep his pride if I didn't point out his obvious struggle. "Some butter nut biscuits, and caramel mochas." He closed his eyes and sighed, "Ahh perfect." I grinned and picked up the bag, handing him his food. We ate our food, and by the time he was just getting to his drink, the nurse came in. I looked up at her, and she said, "You have a visitor." I gave her a questioning look, and turned to Sebastian, with my eyebrows furrowed. He caught my gaze, "I called Jerr..." He said. I sighed, but before I could question him, he said, "You need someone to talk to about this." I shook my head, "I have you." He sighed, took my hand, and said, "Someone other than me. I know you're not telling me things, just because I'm injured-" I cut him off; "You almost died." He held up a hand, and said, "I know Dott, but you need this." I looked to the side, "...But why him?" He looked down, and said, "Because you love him."

I widened my eyes, and said, "No I do not!" He pulled me closer, and said, "Yes you do. It may not be in the way it used to be, but you're still close, and..." He dozed off a bit, and then said, "He cares about you. And you need someone that cares about you other than me." I knew what he meant. I don't love him like I used to, but there is still some residue from our history. It would be nice to see him. To have him comfort me like he used to. I knew despite the fact he still wasn't over me, he wouldn't try anything, and he would be my friend like he always has been. I nodded, and looked back at the nurse. I got up, and walked to the door. Sebastian's hand not leaving mine till I was out of reach. I turned to see Jeremy sitting on the bench outside the room. He looked over and saw me.

"Dottie," He said as he stood up, walking over to me, "Oh my god." He wrapped his arms around me as I slid mine under his, on my tippy toes, gripping his shoulder blades tightly. "Dottie, I'm so sorry..." He whispered as I buried my face into his button up shirt. "Jesus I don't even know what to say..." His voice shaking. I began to tremble a little bit in his hold, forgetting what his inviting hugs felt like. "How much did he tell you?" I whimpered. He tightened his hold on my waist a bit, and whispered, "Everything." I closed my eyes and said, "Everything??" He nodded, and said, "What he did to you..." I whimpered a small cry as he continued, "How it has affected you..." I dug my nails into his back, closing my eyes tighter, "What he had to do to Mike..." I began to cry a little bit, "And how it almost killed him... and you." I broke. I began to sob into his chest, and he put a hand on the back of my head. "Dottie I am so sorry..." He rested his head on mine.