Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Azalea

About an hour after my dad- I mean John, told me the truth about my father, about my mother, about myself he left to grab something to eat and I instantly buzzed the nurse and told her to not allow anyone to see me. I know that I told John that I didn't care about the truth, that everything was fine. But oh my god, everything was shit. Who would of thought that I, at eighteen would die. All my life I had never thought an ill thought about my mom, in my eyes she could have of never did anything wrong. But she literally lied to me about everything. I guess now I knew what she meant when she said that I would feel as if she betrayed me. I suppose I understand why she did it, some guy that never would even commit his self to her was defiantly going to react harshly to a little baby, she was just trying save me from some type of heartache. Now I understand that a bit, but to never tell me about the disease I have. I recall her giving me vitamins so John's story did add up. I just wish I would have a continued taking the medicine, maybe I wouldn't be here if I did.

A few moments later the nurse came in and took some of my vitals.

"I know you asked for nobody to see you but someone has been requesting to see you since you arrived here. Do you think that it would be okay if I allowed him back here." she said.

I think I knew who she was referring to, Dylan.
"I don't know." I answered.

"Well he sure does seem concerned about you. He is very cute and very kind to everyone. He has been here since you were brought in. Sleeping on those hospital chairs has to be pain, I think your brother brought him some food but he doesn't want to eat anything until he sees that you are alive and well."

I smiled at her, Oh Dylan. My sweet, sweet Dylan. My heart.

"Well I am alive but I wouldn't say well." I said.

"You will make it through, I have hope for you. You are one of the strongest I have seen through here in a long time." She said.

That did actually give me some hope.

"Okay." I finally said.

She was walking out of the room as I said that.

"What was that sweetie?" she asked while smiling at me.

"You can allow him to come back, if he still would like to. But please nobody else yet." I told her.

She just smiled and nodded her head.

When Dylan was to get back here I had no idea what I would say to him. I literally told him I wanted nothing more from him. And he called anything between us off, this was going to be awkward.

Moments later Dylan came into my room nearly out of breath.

"Hi." he said instantly as he got in the room.

He sat in the chair about 5 feet from the bed.

I began pulling the chair closer to the bed, after this he was mere inches from me.
I always liked it better that way when it came to Dylan.

"I am glad that you would see me." he said while looking down.

"Always." I said.

He smiled at that.

"John and Tyler told me that you didn't want any visitors, they wouldn't tell me why. But they did tell me that you have anemia. That isn't that severe right, a few iron supplements should solve all your issues, then you can go home." he said.