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chapter 17 aka I'm actually Halsey as fuck

|Ashton|

Michael still hasn't texted anyone back. I'm worried, but not as much as I am for Halyn. It sounds like I don't care for Mike--which I do, he's my bandmate--but I've known Halyn for so much longer and she was the one in the hospital.

Also, I'm pretty sure that if I saw Michael right now he would punch me in the face.

"What do you mean I can't fucking see her?!" I shout at the woman behind the desk, who's filing her nails and glancing up at me with a bored expression.

"I mean that you can't see the patient," she rolls her eyes, muttering "dumbass" under her breath. I desperately start pacing the length of her desk, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation.

"You haven't told me one tidbit of information and I'm fucking fed up, it's been almost a day," I snarl, slamming my hands on the wood.

"I'm sorry that you're not a family member," she monotones.

"I'm one of her emergency contacts, for fucks' sake! Tell me if she's okay! She's my best friend and I need to fucking know!"

"Sounds like a personal problem to me," she retorts.

"Seriously?! It's not my fault her parents went out of town and you can't get ahold of them you fucking bitch!" I exclaim.

"I'm sorry, but sir I think you should sit down," she smirks, "you're getting violent. You're a danger to yourself and others."

"JUST TELL ME IF SHES FUCKING ALIVE!" I scream in her face, getting tired of the shit she's been saying for the past day.

"She's alive. She's been asleep. Happy?" She scoffs.

"Yes." I sigh, going back to sit in the scratchy waiting chairs provided in the waiting room. Calum was outside trying to contact Michael, and Luke was getting food in the shitty hospital cafeteria. I was out of my mind with worry-- Halyn completely freaked out, and when I last saw her, it wasn't pretty. All of this had to be Michael's fault. If he hadn't reacted so badly, maybe Halyn would be more... Intact. And I'm out of my mind.

"Do we have the family of Halyn Saunders present?" A middle-aged doctor asks, opening the door. I shoot up out of my seat as he says Halyn's name, running over to the doctor as the woman behind the counter replies.

"No," she smirks, clicking her fingers against the desk. I scoff.

"Yes, I am," I tell the doctor. "At least, I'm her sexual partner?" I tack on, smiling, unsure. He nods.

"Her parents are not here?" He asks, confirming.

"They're away and haven't returned calls," I reply instantly. He nods again and motions for me to follow him, the evil nurses' mouth agape. I follow him in the winding corridors of the hospital until we reach her room. He waits outside and turns to me again.

"She required quite number of stitches and hasn't woken up yet. We keep having to give her sedatives because she is still waking up in extreme distress," he voices, attempting to look comforting. He doesn't.

"Can I see her?" I ask. The doctor promptly opens the door. I walk in and sit by a barely recognizable Halyn. I remain in that position for a few minutes, just watching her. In a non creepy way. She starts to wake up, but something isn't quite right.