Better

Chapter 11

The weekend passed, and although apart, they were more together than ever. Almost every thought in each of their minds some how ended up being about the other.

Katherine came over Emma's house and they spent hours over coffee discussing how Dylan had almost said those three words in which Katherine squealed, hugging her best friend. From there Emma called Tyler in which he questioned her about the date, Emma answering truthfully. After that Emma spent the weekend up to her hips in reading, essays, studying, you name it. But every time she recalled the words that almost left his lips, her knees would go weak, her heart would flutter and a smile would force its way across her face.

Dylan spent the weekend mentally cursing Rex for his terrible timing and his own lack of courage. He still heard that little nagging voice in the back of his head that told him that Emma deserved better, deserved to be with someone less damaged, more normal. But Dylan decided that he was selfish, wanting to be with her anyways. He went to group therapy, even contributing a few words to the conversation which to the group was huge surprise. He went to physical therapy where he found out he only had a few more sessions now that he could walk, the time spent improving his leg muscles. He went to his doctor's appointment, where he found out he was in fact getting better, mentally and physically. He even opened up to his therapist about Emma, his reason to get better.

So the weekend passed, both of their hearts light and filled with love, both of their faces constantly in smiles. They went about their relatively separate lives, one another constantly thinking about Monday. Dylan even caught himself day dreaming about how amazing Thanksgiving was going to be and what life was going to be like when he finally got out of this place.

So on Monday, Dylan sat on his bed, staring out the window. Today was going to be great as he decided he would finally tell Emma how he felt, something he had wanted to do for a long time. The feelings had only been growing, no matter how hard he tried to push them away. "Dylan, medicine time" the brunette nurse walked in, placing a tray on his night stand.

It was the same one that had been flirting with him for weeks, any time alone with her only adding to the deep rooted feeling of uneasiness. She winked at him with her dark blue eyes, Dylan casting his eyes to the ground. He reached for the tray, his head tilting in confusion. "What's this white pill? I don't usually take it" Dylan commented.

"Oh that? The doctor prescribed that after your visit Saturday. It's a vitamin meant to help with the-erm- burns" she explained, Dylan nodding as he emptied the pills onto his hand, tossing them in his mouth as he swallowed them with a large gulp of water. He winced as the cocktail of pills scraped his throat, the pain finally proceeding.

Dylan placed the dixie cup back on the tray, looking up at the nurse who remained, staring down at him. He squirmed uncomfortably under her stare, glancing at the clock on the wall, hoping that Emma would show up soon. "So uh can I help you with anything else?" he asked, confused as to why she was still here. Usually it was come in, take the pills, give some creepy compliment, and then leave.

She glared at him, a smirk coming across her lips. "Actually, yeah, there is something you can do for me" she said slowly, her tone making his skin run cold. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. Dylan immediately pushed her off, forcefully connecting his hands with her shoulders.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dylan growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His vision went blurry for a minute, his eyes blinking furiously. The nurse continued to smile, only adding to his rising terror. "Stay away from me" he warned.

"You know I can't do that. Ever since you've been more you again, I just can't help myself" she began to speak in a seductive tone, Dylan's heart pounding against his chest, begging him to get out of there.