Is This Our Last Embrace?

Chapter Twenty-Three

*Chris' POV*

I walked through the long, white corridors, desperately searching for Matts ward. Many people pushed past sadly. I sighed as I finally caught a glimpse of his blue eyes.

Matt was sat up against the pillows of the hospital bed. He seemed to be talking to a nurse. I decided to stop and wait for them to finish.

After about five minutes I walked over to Matt and sat down in a chair located at the end of his bed.

He looked up at me sadly before speaking.

"Did you go and see Dom?" Matthew asked quietly.

I nodded and tapped on the side of the chair.

"Is he okay?"

Yet again I nodded and decided to speak up. "He only has a few broken bones."

"He didn't have to do it..." Matt sighed.

"Do what?"

"Catch me..."

Then there was an awkward silence. I watched Matt get sadder as the silence went on. Then another doctor walked over.

"Chris Wolstenholme?" He asked.

"Yes?"

"Your friend, Dominic, wants to see you."

"Okay I will come in a minute.."

The doctor turned on his heel and walked quickly back down the long corridor.

Matt's head turned towards me, "I can come if you want."

"Sure.." I said.

He got up slowly and I helped him onto his crutches.

We walked along the corridors and remained silent until we reached Dom's ward.

"I can't do this.." Matt whispered in my ear.

"Yes you can!" I replied sternly.

Matt looked like he was about to cry. He followed me over to Dom's bed. I smiled at Dominic as he smiled at me first.

Then his smile faded as Matt came around the corner.