Ain't Just A Normal Fan || A Bradley Simpson FanFic

37. Stitches

"WHERE IS HE?" I asked through the open door. "BRAD?!"

"BRAD?! Where are you, I'm here–" I felt someone's hand wrapped in my arms, I turned to see a cop. He must be the one who called me a while ago.

"Hey. Are you Sir Charles? Where is Brad? I need to find him. I need to–" I said rapidly, tears overflowing my eyes which I never knew was there.

"Shh. Shh. He's at the emergency room for now, he'll be okay, I promise." The cop said softly as he rubbed my hair.

"What happened?" I asked blinking my eyes which was blurry from the tears coming out from it.

"Based on our investigation, he might have hit the breaks too hard, because his car ended up hitting an old tree by the sidewalk. His head bled. When we saw him there, he wasn't breathing anymore but his heart was beating still." He said to me.

Fuck. I can't believe it. I can't lose him!

I took my phone out, attempting to dial Jessica but she made it to me first. "Hello?"

"Hey! Where the hell are you?! You left me here. I'm–"

"Brad got in an accident, I needed to go." I explained briefly.

"What the hell happened?!" She asked shockingly.

"I don't know either. Just–" I broke down and cry. Sir Charles kneeled in front of me as he watched me cry.

"Don't cry, he's gonna be alright." He tried to say.

"I..." My lungs went out of air. "I can't lose him."

"It's gonna be okay." He looked into my eyes. I cried harder. I really wish it would.

"I love you." I whispered to him, and looked at his eyes and met his expressionless gaze. He has bruises all over his face and and the left side of his forehead has a long stitch in it. His face was covered with blood just how like his clothes were too.

He looked at me and he looked down at our hands intertwined. He shot his eyes on me again and he shook his head, as if saying no. His hand was slipping away from mine as his body was moving backwards.

"No, don't leave." When his hand slipped away from mine completely, he fade out into the dark.

"Brad!"

"BRAD!" I sat up and saw three guys looking straight at me. A tear escaped my eye, again. Tristan, James and the cop headed towards me and asked me if I was okay.

Why am I in a hospital bed?

I looked around and saw Brad on the hospital bed next to mine. I got off the bed to reach for Brad, but as soon as I felt a needle being pulled out from the back of my hand, I felt a stinging pain that made me yelled.

"Kate, stay still." Tristan said.

"He's alright, please lay back down." James said too.

I calmed myself and I sat back to the cold hospital bed. The cop called a nurse that took care of the needle, or the dextrose attached to me. It actually draw a line of a wound at the back of my palm.

"This would need stitches." She said as she looked down to the wound I gave myself. The nurse took care of my wound and I sit there, looking at Brad.

He looked like the one in the dream... or should I say nightmare. There were bruises and stitches on his face.

"You're awake." I heard Jessica's voice and I turned my head to the door's direction. "How are you?" She asked me like everybody else did. I opened my mouth but nothing came out from it.