Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 60

I woke up, not knowing where I was or what day it was. I started panicking, suddenly remembering Toby. Oh my god, he must be dead. That man must've killed him. I'm now going to live the rest of my life without Toby. And it's all that man's fault.

I looked around, and saw that I was in a hospital room. My arm hurt like hell, and I saw bandages covering my left shoulder. That's where the bullet was.

My mother was sitting in the chair next to the bed, reading a magazine. "You're awake!" She exclaimed.

"Where's Toby?" I ask, fearing for his life.

My mother held my hand. "He's still in surgery. He got hurt pretty bad, Spencer."

No. I'm not hearing this.

"Help me up!" I exclaim, trying to get off the bed. I managed to get on my feet, but my mom told me to get back on the bed. "You're not going anywhere," she said, "you still have a concussion. You're head hit the floor and you nearly cracked your skull."

I felt dizzy. Everything was happening so fast. I crawled back into bed, and everything went black again.

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"Miss Hastings?" A nurse said as she came in. My mother had left, and five hours had passed since I last woke up.

"Where's Toby?" I ask, not caring about how I am anymore. I wish more than anything that our roles were reversed. I wish I was shot three times in the chest, not him. He doesn't deserve this at all.

"Your fiancé is still unconscious. He's looking good so far, but he's going to need to go back into surgery soon. Some fragments from the bullets are still scattered in his chest. But even if we successfully remove them, it could take days, even weeks, for him to become conscious again."

The nurse went on to tell me about the antibiotics I should be taking, and how lucky we both are to survive. Turns out, Toby and I were the only two people found wounded at the school. Luckily, they found the guy who shot us both.

I was so tired. The antibiotics they put me on either made me want to sleep, or they made me want to throw up. I tried getting to sleep,  but all I could think about was Toby. Was he thinking about me? Was he worried about me?

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I woke up for the third time that day, and a nurse was checking my blood pressure and replacing my IV bag.

"Can I see him now?" I ask, ignoring the pain from the needle in my arm.

"You can't get up any time soon, Miss Hastings. We don't want to risk your concussion getting worse." She warns me.

"I don't care about my concussion. I want to see Toby." I say, practically begging. My parents always told me that my stubbornness was terrible, and that I needed to fix it. As of right now, I wasn't thinking about that.

"I'm sorry honey, you can't. And he's in surgery right now, anyways." She says. I groan in frustration when she leaves.

My mother walks in not long after the nurse leaves. "Hey, sweetie." She says, a paper bag in her hands.

"Hey, mom." I say, too frustrated to say anything else. My mom pulls some things out of the paper bag, and she opened a to-go box, filled with pasta from the grille, one of my favorites. She handed the box to me, and told me to eat. For the first time since the incident, I smiled. Maybe not genuinely, but I smiled. My old mother would've eaten the pasta herself, letting me starve. Now, she's actually encouraging me to eat.

I burdened my mother with how much I missed Toby, and how I wished I could see him. I felt so bad for her, I must've been annoying her so much.

"Spencer, you need to stop talking about Toby," she said.

"I know, but so many things are on my mind right now, and you're the only person here, so-" I begin to say, until she cuts me off, with a sly smile on her face.

"No, I mean you need to stop talking about him. Because we're going to see him."