Remember Me??

And They Said Crying Never Helps

I sat back in the chair, with tears rolling endlessly down my face. My IV continued to drip fluids into my body as I poured them back out in salty streams. I sobbed for at least half an hour. Suddenly I just quit. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I wasn't doing any good just sitting here. I uncurled myself from the hospital chair, beside his bed and reached out to touch his hand. I gently rubbed the back of it with my thumb. 

I started whispering, "You can't die on me Shane. I'll be super mad at you." I stubbornly added. I sighed, "No....No I really wouldn't be. Sometimes I wouldn't mind it. I could be with Felicia again, and life wouldn't suck so bad. Mostly because I wouldn't be alive..." I carried on. I choked out a strangled laugh. If he could hear me he was probably thinking I was an absolute idiot. 

I smiled down at him and started thinking about different times we had spent together. The nurses came in and out on shifts, Dr. Anderson even came himself once. None of them talked to me though. They just checked Shane over, and gave me sad looks before leaving.  I reminisced alone for a while, until it got too quiet and I started talking to him again. "Shane, you seriously aren't allowed to because I will be so mad at you. I won't ever talk to you, " I paused thinking of more threats. I couldn't find any so I started pleading again, in a low voice,"Shane, you're the only one who knows what I'm going through. You remember the old days right?" I sniffled, "You're supposed to help me through this and be my best friend now. That's how it always happens in books and movies." I took a shaky breath and started crying again. 

"Still hanging on to the cliche's, Crissy? Really?" A weak Shane asked from his bed. 

I gasped and stared at him with my mouth agape. I jumped up and hugged him so tightly I was sure I was hurting him, but he didn't say anything. New tears gushed from my eyes and dropped onto his shoulder and ran down my neck. "You're alive." I whispered into his neck. 

He rubbed my back and stroked my hair while I clung to him for dear life. "Yeah," he grunted. "Kinda wishing I wasn't right now, because I'm aching all over." 

I pulled back, "Oh, right! Uhm, hold on" I said holding a finger up to him while I searched for my jacket. I wheeled myself over to it as quickly as I could.

"Where're you going?" He reached for my arm again. 

"I'm going to go get Dr. Anderson. I have to let him know you're awake." I replied pulling my hair out of my collar. I looked at Shane sternly, "Do NOT move, don't close your eyes, don't even breathe too much." 

He chuckled, "I'll be fine." he assured me, "Just go get the Doc so I can get out of here soon." 

"Yeah," I said breathlessly. I kissed his cheek and pulled back smiling. "He'll fix you up Stud." He and I laughed at his old nickname as he shooed me from the room. I wheeled out of there, the wheels started squeaking from my pace. My adrenaline was rushing through me quicker than the fluid in my IV could replace it. 

I ignored all the strange looks given to me by stray nurses, I was determined to find Dr. Anderson, and only Dr. Anderson.  I turned every which way, and found myself strictly following my instincts. I turned a corner sharply, and nearly ran over a man whose head was buried in a file. 

"Woah!" He yelped as I came to a screeching halt. He looked up to see who  had nearly ran him over and it was Dr. Anderson. I didn't even apologize, I just immediately started explaining myself. 

"S-S-Shane!" I breathed out. "H-He's awake. B-But, he's i-in pain." He nodded his head at each word that poured from my mouth. 

"Alright, alright." he pressed a button on a gadget hanging from his frocket. "Nurse Collins, I need you on the third floor, west wing immediately. "

Static followed by a "Right away Doctor." replied. 

We waited two minutes, while I explained Shane's condition, before a nurse came clacking down the hall. Dr. Anderson turned his attention to her immediately. "Mrs.Collins, take Ms.Waters back to her room, please. And set her shifts back up." 

I interjected, "What? No! I have to go back to Shane, he'll be expecting me." 

Dr. Anderson raised a hand to silence me, "I'll make sure he knows you wanted to come but couldn't."

"Bu--"

"To her room, please." he left with the final word while the nurse did as she was told. I glared at her and she looked down with a  sympathetic smile. 

"Sorry sweetie, Doctor's orders." she had a faint Boston accent and her constant clacking  of her heels on the tile was only adding fuel to my fire. I was angry at her even though I knew it wasn't her fault. She had to do what she was told or she'd lose her job. I just wanted someone to blame. 

I tried to dissipate the anger I felt towards her. we reached my room and she helped me into my bed again. "Feel alright, hon?" she asked me. I told her I was fine. "Okay, well if you need anything you just let me know." 

"Okay thanks," when she had made it to the door I had thought of something so I called her back, "Hey wait!" 

She turned back towards me, "Yeah?" 

"Do y'all have my phone somewhere?" She smiled. 

"I don't and I don't know if someone does, but I can call the paramedics and pull a few strings and ask, okay?" 

I smiled at her "Thanks." 

She left and shut the door quietly behind her. If I couldn't be there with Shane I was going to make sure my mom and my friends knew I was alright. I yawned and stretched because all the crying had made my eyes swell and get puffy, it had also exhausted me. I laid back and relaxed, intending to just relax until the nurse came back with my phone. 

A/N: Well, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. 

Are y'all happy Shane's alright? Well, don't get too happy, I can still kill him off. ;) He isn't out of harm's way, just yet. 

What do you guys think of a chapter in Shane's POV?  I would LOVE to write you something like that, if you want. 

Vote and comment your thoughts below please!! XOXO

Forever and Always,

~*MDC*~