The Call- G.D.

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"I hate you." He growled through gritted teeth.

His eyes were red and puffy. His cheeks swollen. He looked a mess but then again so did I. I do not think either of us have been okay. I don't think we ever will. Not for a while. I stood up to reach out for him. Hell knows we both needed it. But the second my hand brushed his he swung it away with a look of disgust.

"Ethan." I mumbled with Tears filling my eyes.

He looked at me as if i were the most horrible person to walk the earth and if I am being honest, I felt like it.

"Don't fucking talk to me." He spat.

My tears had started to fall now. In shock from his sudden harsh words I felt my heart  breaking more than it already had and I could of sworn it fell into the pits of my stomach. Nausea waved over me as I felt pieces of it being dissolved by the acid in my stomach. I needed Ethan right now.  But this was life's way of kicking me when I am already down and not breathing. This was his way of showing me exactly what I already believed.

"Please don't do this." I whimpered.

He had begun backing away from me and toward the door to leave. He just stared at me with cold eyes as he shook his head.

"You were supposed to help him." He spoke clearly.

I shuttered as his words sent cold shivers down my spine. I heard a faint ringing in my ears just like the the kind I heard after I got the call. But instead of overwhelming sadness I felt anger. Red hot, fiery, pitiful anger.This can't be happening, not now. I flew from my spot by the chair and practically ran towards him with nothing but vengeance in my sight.

"I tried!" I shouted close to his face and although I'm sure he wanted to push me off of him he just stood there, still as could be, looking past me.

"I tried so fucking hard, Ethan!" My tears were slowly streaming from my eyes.

He chuckled lowly as he rolled his eyes back. I scrunched my face in confusion as I stepped back from him, trying to get a better look at what was so funny.

"You saw him as a toy. Just another patient to play doctor with. But he intrigued you for some reason. You just had to get inside of his head, huh?" He said lowly.

"Fuck you!" I yelled as more tears fell.

"Yeah? Well fuck you too, Daisy!" we were having a full on screaming match not caring who heard or how ridiculous we looked. "You are the reason this is all happening. I wish we never met you!"

My heart took another hard blow as I tried my best to stay standing.

"You don't know shit, Ethan! He was never  just a patient to me. Since the first day I met him I knew he was special. I care more and more about him everyday than I can ever care about anyone else in my life. And I tried to help him Ethan. God knows I went to hell and back but you can only try so hard with someone who doesn't want fucking help!" I shouted back.

I went quiet as I wiped the tears from my cheeks.He looked back at me now. His eyes were starting to well with tears just like mine, the only difference is i wasn't holding it back anymore.

"Do you honestly think I wanted this? Do you? Do you truly believe that I wanted to get that call? Ever?" I paused to give him a chance to reply but he didn't. "If you can stand there and tell me that you do believe that then, fuck you! Because I was the one to call you everyday and talk to you about his progress. I was the one who would sit with him for hours trying to comfort him. I went in on days off and holidays and weekends just to see him! I was the one who welcomed him into my home! I was the one who gave him plenty of second chances. God dammit, Ethan! I tried harder than you could ever imagine." I was sobbing now. Full on crocodile tears. This is never what I wanted. Ever.

"How dare you sit here and point your finger at me. How dare you tell me this is what I planed like some maniacal monster." I continued as I stared coldly into his eyes. " I tried so hard to help him because I love that boy more than the moon and all it's stars."

A few tear rushed down his cheeks as he closed his eyes.

He knew he was wrong. He was just angry. People say and do things they do not mean when they're overwhelmed with such a violent emotion. I took a deep breath and followed his actions. I am not mad at Ethan. I'm mad at the situation. What has happened is completely unfair and I too feel the same way as Ethan. I'm upset. I'm angry. And I too want someone to blame for this. I want to point my finger and make someone feel  the weight of the universe on their shoulder. But yelling and screaming at each other is only going to make this worse. I opened my eyes to see him still standing there with tears soaking his face.

"This is not my fault, Ethan." I said walking a little closer to him. " I know  you're upset, sad and unbelievably broken but so am I."

He opened his eyes and looked at me with the most defeated look I've ever seen on his face.

"Ethan, this is not my fault and it is not your fault either and I Know that it feels as if the whole entire world is crashing down around you but you are going to get through this. No, WE are going to get through this. I am not going to leave you alone wether you hate me or not."

Within seconds Ethan had pulled me into him and gripped me tightly to his chest as he let his whole body shake from his sobs. I buried my face into his hoodie and let my tears soak the soft material as we stood in the middle of the hospital's waiting room at three in the morning crying. My hands grabbed at him in a desperate effort to pull him closer as if it would bring us to a better place. As if it would fix everything that has happened. But it wouldn't.

Because Grayson was still behind those huge, cold, White metal doors. He was still in critical condition and there was still the risk that he wouldn't be leaving this building breathing, humming, or flashing his heart warming smile.