Do You Feel Us Falling? (Dave Strider x Reader)

Chapter 38

You stepped out of the car, and as soon as your foot hit the pavement, you were running.

Hang on. Please don't go. Don't go. Don't leave me. Please...

Dave.

...

You shoved open the hospital doors and screeched to a halt at the front desk, alarming those in the waiting area. Tears were still streaming down the sides of your face.

"Dave Strider. Where is he?" You coughed. "He's in the ER somewhere. I need to see him."

"Miss, I can't-" The blonde-haired lady looked up like a deer caught in headlights.

"Please, I need to know where he is!" You slammed your palm onto the counter. Realizing what you did, you took a shaky breath. "I need to see him."

"The ER is over there," she said, pointing to my left. "Dave Strider is in room 1314."

You shot her a thanks as you were speeding towards Dave's room. Please don't go. Don't leave me here. You pushed on a pair of swing doors and saw a red EMERGENCY ROOM sign above another set. Unlike the previous doors, these did not have a square grid window on the upper half. Next to the word sign, there was a caged in red bulb. It was turned on and glowing an ominous red. You stopped.

What am I going to see in there?

I could find life.

Or I could find death.

Dave could die.

I have to see him.

You heaved open the heavy door and came to another hallway. There were green cushioned seats with geometric patterns in yellow and blue. Occupying one of those chairs was a platinum-haired girl about my age in an orange dress. It reminded you of Lizzy's dress, from Black Bulter.

"Maddie?" You croaked out.

The girl's head turned to face your direction. Her eyes were puffy and pink from crying. Maddie's usual grinning smile was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was replaced by a distraught, sullen look that could tear anyone's heart in two if they so much as glanced at her.

"(Y/N),"she breathed quietly. Michaela was sitting behind Maddie, rubbing her shoulder lightly.

"How are they?" You asked.Your voice cracked slightly with fear and worry.

A light flickered in Maddie's eye. "You can go see Dave in that room over there," she told you. "John is with him."

Is he...

"He asked for you, you know."

You paused two steps from his room. "He did?"

"Multiple times. Only thing he wanted," Maddie answered with a laugh.

Me? Of course he asked for me. That idiot. You smiled gently and thanked her. You took your last step towards his room, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for anything that should come.

"He's asleep," John informed you. "You missed him by ten minutes."

You swept a small strand of hair behind your ear. "How bad is it?" You asked, fearing the answer.

John answered quickly, "He got by with a few cuts, a few broken ribs, bruises here and there, and he fractured his left thumb, too." He shook his head. "Compared to Dirk, though, I guess he got lucky."

"What happened to-" you stopped. Maddie had seemed pretty distraught.

"Oh! No, no!" John stood up. "I'm sorry, I've given you the wrong impression! Well, Dirk, he had a breathing problem. His lungs had filled up with water, he got pneumonia, and they couldn't take it anymore. T-that was the cause of the crash, you probably know. But he broke his right arm and has a concussion."

You breathed a sigh of relief.

"(Y/N)?" A weak voice called from the hospital bed. "Is that you?" You looked over at the bed. "I've been asking for you. What took you so long?" He coughed.

"Dave!" You ran to his side, overwhelmed with joy. "I thought.... I thought that-"

"I was dead?" He laughed. "I couldn't leave you when you dressed up like that just for me, now could I?"

You planted a sloppy kiss on his lips, enjoying the feel of his warmth as if it might be the last. You slid onto the bed next to him and cuddled into his shoulder.

You furrowed your brows and frowned sarcastically. "Don't ever scare me like that again!"

"I won't. You don't have to worry," he said sweetly into your ear.

Oh so carefully, you laid your arm across his chest. "Promise?"

"Promise."

"Uh, I'll go, then." John scratched the back of his head and tiptoed out of the room.

You giggled and kissed him again. "What are we gonna do?"

His eyelashes fluttered softly. "About what?"

"I dunno." You shrugged. "In the future."

"Well, for starters, we'll find jobs. I'll be a DJ and you can be an artist," he whispered, lowering his voice. "Then, we can get married, get a big dog, buy an apartment loft somewhere, have two kids, move to the suburbs, get a minivan, and watch our kids grow up until we're old wheezers in a retirement home."

You blushed and grinned. "Sounds good to me."

"Yeah?" he breathed.

"Yeah."