The Next Step:Jiley's story

Blushing

I look down at my watch and see it's one a.m, I didn't sleep last night and I know I should be exhausted, but I'm not. Whenever I feel my eyes shutting I look over at James and suddenly don't feel tired at all, he's in too much danger to leave him. I don't know what I'd do without him but give it a few hours and I think I'll know, doctors are telling me to say goodbye, but I feel like as soon as I do it's like admitting that I know he's going to die and I can't bear that. My phone keeps on buzzing, with questions off James' parents, my parents, Emily but the texts that really break my heart are Piper's, she old enough to understand what's going on but not how to deal with it, she keeps on texting me messages that remind me that it's not only me who need James

Piper: I need him, he's the annoying older brother who's winded me up since I was born, but I love him

Piper: I can't tell Abigail or Amy but Molly knows and now I need to calm her down but I can't even calm myself down

Piper: If he wakes up tell him I love him

Piper: Please reply, is this really James' last day?

Piper: I can't do this anymore

And so on, it's clear that she's not handling this well and that I need to text her because I'm the only one that can see James and know just how bad he is but I'm too selfish to think about anything other than what I do without him. Then my phone begins to ring, this is a first so I look who it is, piper, I decide to pick it up because she needs somebody to help her "I can't do this, how can he just be dying, right in front of our eyes?" she sobs down the phone and my heart melts, I've known James for what feels like my whole life but Piper genuinely has know him her entire life and she needs him "I don't know, but doctors are telling me to say goodbye, and I can't," I admit then I feel really guilty because Piper isn't getting the chance to say goodbye and I'm throwing mine away "Piper, I need to go apparently there's a no phones policy at the hospital so I'll ring you as soon as I hear anything else." I say before quickly hanging up, a little white lie can't hurt too much. "James, I know that you can't hear and if you can then you need to hear this, goodbye. You meant everything to me, we were Jiley, we had everything, you were my whole world and you still are, I love you so much, please try and fight for life, I know you don't want to leave, I know you love me and the kids but if you do leave then you need to know that I love you so much it hurts." I leave it there because tears are streaming down my face and I can't seem to speak anymore.

After a long night James is still alive and now his survival rates have been raised to 50/50, it's better than the 10% that he had when he came in but he's still unconscious and only just breathing by himself, I loom down at him and see that one eye has opened but I'm not shocked because this has been happening almost every 10 minutes so I just turn away and look out of the small window in the door, I see doctors just doing their job, I see broken families , I see crying children but none of it seems real, the only real thing in this world is me and James, in this hospital room and his fight back to life, that's when my whole body is filled with hope "Riley, turn around." I hear James say from behind me, slowly I turn and I see both his eyes open and a weak smile across his face, I return his smile and for the first time all night I consider the possibility of him making it out alive. "How do you feel?" I  ask concerned that he's going to say no better and the fall asleep and never wake up but that's not what he says at all "Pretty achy, but a lot better." my smile only gets bigger and now I'm grinning, he's actually getting better "Oh, yeah I heard what you said earlier, and I love you and the kids too but I love you more." he says, I roll my eyes trying to hide my cheeks, they're bright red, he wasn't supposed to hear that, what I said was true but not for him to hear. "I bet you're blushing now." he says with a smirk on his face, I jus nod into my hands and he tries to laugh before realising that that puts him in pain so he quickly stops. I look up from behind my hands to see him sat there, staring at me, he still might not survive, but at least he hasn't changed.

A/N: I don't even know what this is, sorry...