The A team ~Adam Driver~

Chapter 4

( This is my favorite gif of him cx )

I sat on the floor for about an hour until I felt okay to stand again. I stood up and made my way to the couch. I sat down and put my face in my hand.

"What am I going to do about Adam... What am I going to do without him." I contemplated.
"This is enough.. He can't control me." I finally decided to go to the hospital and protest until he is better. Adam will not push me away. I walked out the house and entered my car. I took a deep breath and turned it on. 

"I'm doing this." I encouraged myself. I drove to the hospital and walked up to the nurses desk.

"May I speak to Naya please." I asked.

"I'm sorry but that nurse is currently in surgery. Is there anything I can help you with." She smiled.

"Is she operating on a man with a stab wound...." I slowly got quieter. 

"That information is private ma'am. I'm afraid I cannot share that with you." She addressed me.
 
"That man with the stab wound is my boyfriend. So yes, you can share that information." I interjected.

"Y...Yes. It is." Her eyes widened as she stuttered.

"Adam for fuck sake. You can't do this to me." I screamed at myself holding my forehead pacing around the waiting room.

"Thank you. I'll go have a seat now." I nodded at her and made my way to an open chair. I sat down and put my head in my hands.

-2 hours later-

I came back from having a snack and checked the nurse desk to see if Naya had returned.

"Naya?" I went up to the nurse. 

"Even better." She smiled at me. She got up and gestured for me to follow her. We went down a few hallways until we finally approached a recovery room.

"Naya." The nurse asked. She pushed me in and Naya was there with Adam.

"NAYA! ADAM!" 

"Shhh." Naya hushed me. I ran over to her and hugged her. I looked over her shoulder at Adam and watched him sleep. The ventilator matched his chest. After every whistle from the ventilator came a beep from the heart monitor. Tears began to form in my eyes. I let go of Naya and walked over to Adam.  I put my hand on top of his. It was cold to the touch but I could feel him.

"Will he... ever get better?" I asked shakily. 

"We hope so. The surgery went well, the rest is up to him." She said gripping her clipboard closer to her.

"So, what exactly did you guys do?" I asked and turned around not letting go.

"You wouldn't understand... But we did close him up well enough that scarring should be minimum." She replied.

"You're very unsure. 'Should' 'hope so'." I mocked.

"I understand this is a hard time for you, I'm trying my hardest not to get your hopes up then something fail and he becomes critical again. If it makes you feel better, If he lasts 24 hours his chances of any system failure are extremely low." She smiled.

"Well, what if after these 24 hours he doesn't do anything? Will he be expected to wake up? Will he be taken off the ventilator to breathe on his own?" I questioned.

"Take a seat." Naya gestured pulling a chair next to Adams bed. I sat down.

"Now, after these 24 hours if Adam is okay then yes, he will be taken off the ventilator. Once said ventilator is removed he will have a little trouble breathing but eventually it will even out and he will be okay. Once the breathing is steady his body will continue healing and he should wake up. So yes, he will be expected to wake up in a maximum of two days." She explained.

"Okay, and if he doesn't wake up you do an examination. He's brain dead... Correct?" I questioned.

"Well there's a bunch of possibilities but yes, brain dead is one of them." She nodded. I nodded back and looked back at Adam. 

"C'mon Adam. If you end up brain dead I will hurt you so badly." I giggled.
"Wake up darling. We're the A Team I need you by my side." I chuckled letting a tear stroll down my cheek. I felt an arm wrap around me. 

"Thanks Naya." I smiled. I put my head down on the side of his bed and fell asleep again.