Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Twenty

A/N

Please please don't hate me for how short this is. I honestly was having writers block. I mean it's better than no chapter, right? Anyways, I hope you guys liked this one. I will try to make the next one longer. Happy reading.

Chapter Twenty

Dylan

God that woman is irritating. All I simply did was try to find her a donor match so I don't know, she doesn't die. You would of thought that she would be thinking me, but no she is yelling at me. And then I went and said the worst thing I possible could of, insult her mother. I knew the situation between Charles and her, only because he told me while we were still in Stanford. I guess it was the idea of her wishing for herself to die then to accept a savior in Charles.

"You look like a mess." Tyler said to me.

I just glared at him, trust me I already knew.

"How did she take the news about Charles?" he asked, while texting on her phone.

"Oh my god, you don't want to know." I said with a loud sigh of frustration.

"They bad, huh. I had a feeling that it would be that way. Like all her life she has no father. At first when she came to stay with dad it took her a while to open up to him and it turned out that it was a big lie. I bet that messed everything up in her head. All she had was her mom, and now she has nobody."
When he said that it kind of hit like a hard blow. Ever since I have had the pleasure of knowing her, I have always tried to be that one person she had, even if there was nobody else.

"Yeah and then I went and insulted her mother." I told him.

He quickly put his phone down on the table in front of us.

"I am sorry, you did what?" Tyler asked me. His face was full of shock.

"I guess you could say that I called her mother a liar because she never told Azalea about her father. It was stupid, I didn't mean it. I know her mother was one of the best women out there. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was just angry and frustrated at her." I said. Tyler was silent. I think he was taking in the words I had dished out at him and trying to figure out what to say.

"It's like she wants to die, y'know?" I asked.

Tyler gave me a fake smile,

"She loves life. It's just always been hard for her, always and always." Tyler said.

I know that, I've always known that. It's just so hard for me to see her ache and hurt.

There was a few moments of silence and then I saw Zariah come from the double doors that were only a few feet from Azalea.

"How is she?" Tyler asked, before I had an actual chance to.

"Well she was pissed off at Dylan and then Charles came by and she totally forgot about that anger because it was now replaced with a stronger anger for Charles and his family he has. Then once he was gone I told her that I am a match and the nurse forced me to leave because her heart rate was rising too high for safe conditions." Zariah said.

Tyler's jaw and mine were basically on the floor.

"You are a what?!" I asked her.

"A donor? Like I can help her. She doesn't need Charles if she doesn't want him." Everyone was silent.

"'I can save her life." she whispered, I wasn't sure if it was to herself or us.

"That is so great, when will the surgery happen. I am honestly so ready for her to go home." Tyler said.

Zariah shrugged. "I have no idea, in a little bit, once Azalea has calmed down I will go back and talk to her." She said.

Days and days later I stood between a glass wall with Azalea on the other side, while she got injected with Zariah's bone marrow. Azalea was awake for the procedure and I could hear her silent screams that were ever so present in her face. I knew that she was blissfully unaware that I was mere feet away from her. I haven't seen her since she kicked me out, I don't even know how to approach her at this point. That may sound completely foreign for a person that has been intimate with her, but I am a mess.

I stayed and watch until they were all done. I stayed in place as they set her back in her wheelchair to go back to her room. I stayed in place as she watched me for 90 seconds without eye contact being lost. And I stayed in place as she eventually left the room.

I had stayed in the waiting area for nearly 45 minutes until I decided that was going to speak with Azalea, I needed this for my mental well being. I now knew that she was safe from dying but I still needed to speak with her.

I calmly walked through the double doors that would soon lead to her. I walked with my calmest behavior because I already knew that if I did otherwise that the nurses would notice my odd actions.

When I walked in she was nearly asleep, that was until she saw me.

"Dylan, hi." She said very weak.

"Are you okay?" I asked her as I took a seat in a chair nearby.

She shook her head, "Yes, always. I will be perfectly fine." she said.

There was a silence between us for a few minutes that I had a distasteful for.

"It's funny how you lose the one you love, even though they don't die." I said.

"What? You haven't lost your love. I mean if I am the love you speak so fondly about then you defiantly haven't lost me." she said.

I smiled at her.

"When you got in your accident I promised myself that I would do anything for you to love me again, and I messed it up. I tend to do that a lot with you, and I hate it so very much." I told her.

"Oh baby, you have not messed anything up. I do love you, I always have. I was just so stubborn and difficult I came off as if I didn't love you. But how could I not love thee. You are so wonderful. Not many would stick around through all my bullshit and I really appreciate it. I appreciate you, I would be nothing without your strength you have for me, thank you always Dylan." she said.

All these worries I had in my heart was for nothing, she always gave me some kind of gratitude and I honestly don't know what I did to deserve it from her.