Love You More :) (Jahvie) *Sequel*

Chapter 19

A/N Sorry, but I decided not to do the torture chapter. I know quite a few of you wanted me to, but I just can't do it. It's too much. I can't be a writer with scenes like that, because I wouldn't want to read it myself honestly. It's too disgusting and wrong. (I know a few also agree with me and didn't want to read a chapter like that) So I will leave it to your imagination. It's up to you what happened to Taylor. Not me.

On with this chapter!

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Jayy's POV

I'm not exactly sure how long I've been in this chair beside Dahvie's bed. I refuse to leave it, but the doctors will occasionally force me out for a few minutes to do check ups. Then I'm allowed back in and I will numbly walk back to my chair, grab a hold of Dahvie's hand, and continue to wait. That's all I seem to do now is wait. I'm waiting and waiting. I'll wait forever just for Dahvie to open his eyes again.

"Dahvie, I know you're still in there." I began softly. I was alone with him in the suffocatingly white hospital room.

"I'm sorry." I sighed, "For everything. I'm sorry that I ever doubted you. If I had trusted you, then maybe Taylor wouldn't have gone bat shit crazy. I'm sorry that I ignored you. That was really shitty of me.." I grimaced at the memories, all the times during our breakup that I had turned my head away from his hurt expression, "I'm sorry. I'm an asshole for breaking up with you. I'm sorry I ever made you feel like shit. I never meant to hurt you. If it was my fault for pushing you to self harm, then I'm sorry for that too. I never knew..." my words got stuck in my throat.

"I never knew you were hurting. I was so caught up in my anger and my own sadness to even think of how you felt." I glanced over at Dahvie's peaceful face.

He looked like he was only sleeping.

I knew the truth though.

"I'm sorry that I'm the one who got you hurt and put into a hospital." I sniffled, and only then did I realize I was crying.

"I'm sorry I can't do anything to help you. I'm sorry Dahvie. I've messed up loads of times, and I'll probably mess up in the future. Who knows..." I paused and took a deep breath in.

"I love you Dahvie. I always have and I always will. Nothing will ever change that. No one will ever change how I feel. It's you and you only. If I had told you sooner, you wouldn't be here. We wouldn't be here in this fucking mess."

I looked at Dahvie again, hoping to see his eyelids flutter open. I was met with silence and closed eyes. Still unconscious. In a coma.

A coma. That seems so unreal. It's not fair. A coma? A coma means uncertainty. How long will it last? The doctors can't tell me. They don't know. When will he wake up?

If he wakes up.

"Please Dahvie," I began once more, "Please just wake up. For me. For Haley. For all of us. The fans and our family. We all miss you so much..."

Dahvie didn't move at all. His position remained the same, just like it did yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.

"Can you please open your eyes?" I pleaded, "Just for a minute?" I asked.

I sounded desperate. Broken. And that's exactly how I felt.

My one sided conversation was interrupted by someone rushing into the room.

Haley.

"Jayy? Have you seen Alexa? Or The Lindsay's?" she asked quickly. I shook my head.

"I can't find them anywhere. They've been gone since last night." she said nervously, biting her lip. It had been a habit lately. I shrugged my shoulders in reply.