Mine

Chapter Thirty Eight

Dirk's point of view as requested, his point of view will be for this chapter only.

I didn't mean for this to happen. I tried to stop him, but it was my fault. I should have been quicker. I should have saved him. But I didn't. I swallow the lump in my throat and look up. I'm in the hospital waiting room, and I've been here for at least six hours. Nurses had tried to get me home, but I was ready to snap them in half if I had to. I have to know if Dave's ok. He's so fucking perfect and if he's not ok I'll never forgive myself for ruining him. He was thrown pretty far, and I'm almost positive they ran him over too. When I find that asshole I'll tear him to shreds for hurting my Dave. He's still mine. He didn't want anyone else so he still is, right?

I let out a sigh and drop my head into my hands again. What am I going to do? What if I never get to hear his perfect laugh or see his beautiful eyes again? What if I never get to see his sleepy morning smile or watch him draw again? What if he's stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of his life? Or what if he forgets about me like in books and movies? Or, worst of all, what if he never wakes up? My heart starts beating faster and it gets harder to breath. I feel like I'm going to panic. I just messed up Dave's whole life.

"Sir are you ok?" The worried voice barely makes it through to me. I can barely hear over the blood rushing through my ears. "I need some help over here!" There's a few nurses that finally seem to realize my panic and rush over to me. I'm inconsolable though and a doctor eventually makes it over to me and gives me a shot of something that puts me to sleep. If I wasn't having so much trouble breathing I would've been fighting like hell.

"Dirk honey, time to wake up." Someone is shaking my shoulder. My eyes flutter open and I see my mom and dad. I sit up immediately looking for Dave, but all I get is dizzy. "Easy Dirk."

"Where's Dave?"

"He's still in surgery." My mothers face starts to crumble and my father wraps an arm around her. He looks pretty upset too. "The doctors said you were having a panic attack, so they had to put you out. They then called us since we're your emergency contact besides Dave."

"You've only been out about an hour Dirk, don't worry." My dad tries to reassure me.

"I wasn't even thinking about calling you. I'm sorry that should have been like the first thing I did."

"It's ok, you're just freaking out as much as we are. I'm sure everything will be ok Dirk." My dad says. His reassuring smile isn't very reassuring with tears in the corner of his eyes. My mom turns her face into his chest and I see her shoulders start to shake. I can't believe I didn't think to call them. Dave is their son. I may love him, but they love him just as much.

A nurse slowly opens the door to the room we're in. Her expression is grim and it makes my mom cry even harder. "Is Dave ok?" I can't help asking. The words just tumble from my mouth.

"As of now, it's hard to tell. The doctors are doing everything they can, but Dave is badly injured.  There was a lot of internal bleeding, and many of his organs were damaged. That's actually why I'm here. Dave is going to need a kidney. Family is likely to have the closest match."

"Then test us for a match, right now." I hop off the bed and the nurse puts her hands up.

"I have to send someone else in then." She leaves and I start pacing.

"Dirk sweetie calm down." My mom reaches for my shoulder and I shrug her hand off.

"What if none of us are a match?"

"The nurse said-"

"Better chance, I know. But it's not a fact. It's so hard to find a match its like one in a million odds. Also why would they be talking about that?" I stop my pacing to look up. "There would be tests and other things we'd have to go through. If they're thinking that far ahead he must be out of surgery and his chances of surviving must be high. Why didn't she tell us!" I turn and head for the door. I need to see him, I need to make sure he's still alive. I march up to the nurses stand and demand to see Dave.