Why Do I Love Him (Emblem3)

chapter 25

Taylor's Pov

A part of me wanted to see him, but at the same time a part of me just wnated to turn back around. I didn't want to see him in a state of pain, weakness, and suffering. He is the stronger one in our relationship. He is the one that gets us through our hard times. He is the one that lead me out of my dark times.

" We're almost there. You ok?" 

"Ya I'm fine." That one statment is the biggest and most common lie I use. I can never be fine. My best friends dead, my fience is in the hospital, and I haven't even thought about the baby yet. 

We took another turn down a white gray hallway and Wesley stoppped at the fifth door on the right. It was room 789 and I couldn't bring myself to reach out my hand and just open the door. My stomach was in knotes, my knees were growing weak, and my hands were clamy. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to mentally prepare. 

"  If you don't want to see him we can go back to your room if you want." I snapped my eyes open at  Wes's voice breaking the silence.

"No that ok. I really want to make sure he's alright."

His face seamed concerned and worried, but he didn't try to stop me as I reached for the handle.Never have I ever thought a door handle would be so hard to open and then pushed open. It felt as though the door weighed a million pounds, but that was nothing compared to how heavy my heart was at the sight of Drew. The room looked just like mine with the exceptions of no window and the room was cluttered with machinery. There was no sound other than the dull beeping of Drew's heart monitor and a puff of air here and there from Dre's oxygen tubs. 

Just the sight of Drew made me want to curl up into a ball and cry my eyes out. His blond hair was sticking out all over the place reavling his beat up face. He had a brused left eye and bright red puffy cheeks from the oxygen tubes. Drew looked so out of place in that dull pathetic room with odd cordes and machines surrounding him.

Slowly I walked to his bed side and put my little hand in his. I tried to fight back the tears and keep my composer, but that was like trying to fit the whole ocean into a glass.  

"Drew.... I'm so sorry."  His hand tightened around mine causeing me to look up into is ocean blue eyes.

" Babe please don't cry. I'm here and everything will be ok." his voice was raspy and quiet

"But just look.."

"Shhh. If i say it's going to be ok it will be ok."  A seriousness was evident in his eyes and I knew it would. I climbed into his bed a snuggled my head into his chest.

"Drew?"

" Ya."

"Can you promise me to never get hurt again. I'm kinda done with hospitals and their cleanliness."

"Haha ya I promise." And with that he kissed me on the top of my head and closed his eyes once agian. His chest strated to ridse and fall into a pattern, and his heart beat along with the meachines lulled me to sleep. 

Wes's POV

Seeing anyone you care about in the hospital is hard,especially when it's one of your best friends. Nobody could possiable understand the gilt I felt knowing Drew was in the hospital in critical conditon, and we had just been in a fight over a girl moments before. To be honest he looked bad like really bad, but the doctors said he will be just fine with proper treatment. I though seeing Drew all beat up made me feel bad, but seeing how Taylor just fell right back into his arms was horriable. I want to support Drew on his recovery, but  at the same time I hope it takes im some time so I get to know Taylor a little better. Ya I know that sounds awful. Your best friend is in the hospital and your getting all comfy with this "fiancee". It's not like we are going to do anything, and besides somebody has got to look out for her while Drew's out of the picture. I mean this could actually work out. I'll give them their little cuddle time or whatever the hell they are doing in there, and then it's just smooth sailings from there.