Chapter 15

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The next day was painful. I had gotten no sleep through the night. I held his hand tightly, still.

I couldn't contact his family. So I just sat there staring at his beautiful face. I kissed his cheek and sang my song for him. I didn't know what else to do.

"If these tears were gasoline, I'd light a fire. Make you notice me. Swim In a lightning storm to make you see...."

I couldn't finish. I was crying too much

All of a sudden, I felt my hand being squeezed. I looked up at him.

His eyes were still closed. "Alli", he whispered. But he was as if he were sleeping, having a dream.

I squeezed his hand back. "I'm right here, Charlie. I'm right here".

Eventually he opened his eyes. It took him a while to realize that I was there.

When he saw me, he looked as if he couldn't believe it.

"Alli?"

"Yes. Yes, it's me Charlie."

He smiled. "You look so beautiful".

I was still wearing my dress from our ruined date night.

I started crying. He had just been through something awful, and the first thing he needed me to know was that I looked beautiful.

"Don't cry, baby", he whispered.

I shook my head. "What?!? After I what I had to go through, you're telling me not to cry?"

"Not for me. I'm fine."

"Charles Otto. What the heck?!? No, you're not fine. Look around. You're in a hospital room. I was waiting for you to pick me up for our date, and I figure out that you were unconscious by your car. You're definitely not fine".

He looked seriously at me. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting.

I shot up. "Charlie, what is wrong with you? Stop! Have a little pity on yourself for once! Stop thinking about me!"

"Well, that would mean to stop thinking all together", he said, putting his hand on my cheek.

My tears fell onto his hand. "Alli, I know I'm fine. Please don't worry".

The doctor walked in. He sent me out.

He questioned Charlie and did a thousand tests.

Then he called me back in.

"Miss Simpson, may I speak to you?"

I nodded. We walked outside.

"Miss Simpson, I can say to you honestly that nothing is wrong. He just suffers from traumatic dreams and daydreams. And his brain got mixed up and boom! He just shut down. It's nothing to be worried about".

I sighed. "I didn't even know that could happen. Thank you doctor".

"Well, it doesn't happen a whole lot. Most of the time, they're fine before they even get here. He can go home."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes. We gave him a few medications that should help, but he's fine."

I smiled and hugged the doctor. He laughed.

I walked back in. Charlie was standing up, talking to a nurse. He turned when I came back in. He walked up to me and kissed my forehead.

"Ready to go home?"

I nodded.

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