How Did We End Up Here?//Dylan O'Brien + Calum Hood

Chapter 48- Stay Strong

Emma's POV

"We basically just sat on the couch and cried." Dylan mumbled, finishing telling me about what happened while I was...away. I looked up at him, losing myself in his hazel eyes. He looked a lot different. He was still Dylan but I'd noticed that he'd changed. His face was pale and the bags under his eyes showed that he hadn't slept for god knows how long. He looked like he lost some weight as well. I filled up with guilt, realising that I was the cause of this. Everyone was down in the dumps because of me.

"Emma?" He whispered. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my brain and turned to face him. I'd gained enough strength to sit up the day before, it still hurt like fuck but it was a lot better than lying still all the time. "You looked like you were going to cry for a minute." He smiled. Since I'd last saw him his smile was weaker. He looked ill.

"Dyl. You should go home and get some rest." I grabbed his hand, stroking it gently with my thumb.

"Em I'm fine. I can't leave you all by yourself." He mumbled, squeezing my hand.

"You've been here for ages. You need some rest. I've got a physio appointment soon anyway."

"No Emma. I promised myself that I'd be there for you."

"You have Dyl. I didn't think you were coming back. You've done more than enough..."

"I'm not going Emma." He said mid yawn before resting his head on the wall next to him.

I sighed and planted a small kiss on his nose. He was so beautiful. He scrunched up his face, making him look a million times cuter than he already was. His eyes began to droop shut and if the physio hadn't walked in to call me through he would have completely fallen asleep.

"Hey guys." She smiled, fumbling with some paperwork she had stuffed into her hands.

"Hi." I said purposely loudly so that Dylan would wake himself up.

"Oh...hi." He grumbled in his deep morning voice.

"If it's okay, I'm gonna take Emma through and do some quick tests. You'll probably get the results in a couple of days which unfortunately means more time in here." She pouted before letting out a small laugh.

"Ugh okay." I laughed.

"I'll just go and grab your wheelchair." She smiled again before walking out.

Okay I know. Before you say anything, I know a wheelchair sounds super dramatic but I had damage on my spine and legs as well as my ribs. Everything was so fucking sore, I hated my father so much. Now everyone treated me like the poor sick little girl.

"Okay Dyl, I might be a while. Promise me you'll go home and treat yourself. Heather and Cal will have some food in their fridge I'm sure. Don't worry about coming back for me. I'll be here all the time." I rambled on and on.

"Okay okay if you're sure about it." Dylan laughed, obviously wanting to go home and rest. Bless him, he was always thinking of me. I was so lucky to have a guy like him.

Dylan's POV

I could barely find the energy to drive myself back home. I felt like I had been stuck in a bright room for about 4 days straight....to be honest that's kind of true. It was all worth it though, I had my girl back. Not anyone or anything was going to take her away from me ever again.

For the first time in a while, I went back into mine and Emma's apartment. I hadn't been able to face going into it until then. It was full of good memories and without her there...they would just remind me that she wasn't with me to make more. It was a constant reminder that she was gone. That's why I moved in with Heather and Calum.

I dumped my phone and keys on the table before literally collapsing onto the bed. It was like I had just been thrown into a giant cloud of candy floss. Even the covers smelt of Emma. This time I could smile though because she was alive and well. She would be home soon, back here with me.

In the space of a couple of minutes I was sound asleep, fully dressed. For once I could actually sleep and any dream that I did have was pleasant. It still wasn't the same as before but I was a lot happier.

I woke up to hear my phone buzzing loudly. I stretched over and picked it up, I was greeted with a familiar voice. "Hi Dylan." Emma's physio chirped.

"Hi." I replied, still sounding half asleep.

"I just phoned to update you on Emma."

"Oh yeah. How did she do?"

"Um...well..."

"Shit."

"I suppose you could put it that way."

"Oh...uh sorry...um...you can continue."

"So Dylan...it doesn't look like she's going to be out anytime soon."

I could feel my heart sinking. "Right....do you know when she could be out?"

"Well Mr O'Brien, she could barely even stand on two feet earlier and she found it very difficult to raise her arms further than her shoulder."

"Uh huh."

"Unfortunately, we would advise to keep her in for another 3 weeks or so."

"What? That's ages." I groaned.

"I know but it's for the best....look I've got to go. See you soon." And with that she was gone, only a loud beep echoed through the phone.

I knew at that point I needed to do something special for Emma. Something she'd never ever forget.

Emma's POV

I was quietly chatting to the nurse wheeling me down the corridor, when I noticed that there was a lot of people in my little hospital room.

When I got through the door I felt my jaw drop to the floor, I wanted to cry. In front of me was Heather in a little dress, Dylan and Calum in suits and the registrar from our wedding before. I was getting married!