Anything but This |C.R

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Chandlers POV
I sit in the hospital room. Tears flowing down my cheeks.
"I just want you to come back Syd. Please. Come back to me. To hear your voice. Sometimes, Quiet is violent. And this violence is being taken out against my heart. I wish we could turn time. To the good old days. (Twenty One Pilots AF) To when you were hear with me. awake. I wish I could see your eyes. Just feel your lips against mine. Your hand tight in mine. Your arms around my waist. Your head nuzzled in my neck. Please. Hear me say this. I love you Sydney. I have always loved you. I will never stop loving you. I know I have done shit things in my life. And I know I have said things in my life that I regretted. But it doesn't mean anything right now. All that matters is that I am here. I will be here when you wake up. I will be here when you go home. I will be here when you fall and can't get up. I will be here when you don't think anything is worth life anymore. I will be here. But right now. It is worth it. Life is worth it. I know people have died. We will all die. But now is not the time. We have a life to live. And a long one at that. And I want to be here when that happens." And just like that. I grab her hand. And place my head against her leg. And just cry. Cry for her. Cry for my dad. Cry for her mom. Cry for her.
"Sir. We have figured out what's wrong with Sydney. That was a beautiful speech you just said." The nurse said as she stood on the other side of the bed. "Sydney. As you know. Self harms. Constant amounts of blood loss and previous head injuries made her vulnerable to extreme injury. As you see here, that blow to the head was enough. I'm so sorry. If she wake up, we will start her and strong anti-depressants and she will need to go to counseling." She says checking all of the equipment.
"I could've helped her. Stopped her. Something." I whisper in pain from the information I had just received. She hates labels on herself. Now she is the one who tried to kill herself but couldn't even do that right. She wouldn't want to see anyone frighting over her. She wouldn't want any of this. Sydney is a broken girl. Who needs a broken boy. Two people who need each other.
"Don't say that Hun. By the looks of her reports. She should make a recovery soon." The nurse patted my shoulder then left the room.
"I love you" I whisper one more time and lay my head down holding my hand in mine.

"Sweetie. Sweetie wake up." A doctor wakes me.
I groggily awaken from my slumber still hand in hand with my sleeping beauty.
"Yes" I say on the floor looking up to a older woman.
"Your mother had called your cellphone multiple times. While I was checking on Sydney." She said giving me my phone
"Oh. Thank you." I say looking back to Sydney.
"We ran more tests. She needs her, a parent, or guardians signature for any further information." She says leaving a clipboard on a table.
"She has my mom. He dad left and her mom is dead. What's going to happen." A say rubbing her small hand with my thumb.
"We need her to wake up then. I can try one thing. But you'll need to leave." She says washing her hands and directing me to the door.
"Is there anyway I could st-" "no. You need to step out sir" she says. I walk out of the room and she shuts the door.
Ten minutes pass and she calls me into the room. And what I see. Will never be any happier.
I feel the tears down my cheeks once again and see the smile on her face. "Sydney" I cry and run to her arms. "Oh god Sydney I missed you so much" shaken I speak.
"Hi Chandler." She croaks.
I look into her eyes and connect our lips.
"She is going to need her meds now." a nurse says walking to the bed interrupting us.
"In the pace you're coming from. You should leave tomorrow." She says and Sydney swallows her pills.
"Okay. Thank you miss." She speaks and smiles back at my stained cheeks.
"Chandler. I heard everything you've told me." She says bringing her corded hand to my face. "I love you too" and embraces me into a hug.