Doing It Wrong. (A Dylan Hyde Fanfiction) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 12

*Natalie's POV*

What the hell? I looked up at the nurse.

"Please tell me you have the wrong Dylan. Please tell me that isn't true." She looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

"Honey, I'm so sorry." She put her hand on my shoulder as I looked at the ground. I was at a loss for words. "Don't worry dear, everything will be fine. I promise." I looked at her.

"Where is he?" She looked at her clipboard again.

"Currently, he's in the ICU."  I sighed deeply.

"So that means I can't see him." I didn't look up.

"Well, sweetie, you aren't exactly in the best condition either."  I looked down at the big boot that was around my ankle. Shit, right. On the outside I seemed calm, but the inside of me was absolute hell. I was so tired. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing, but at this point I didn't see what I could do. If he was It may have only been a short amount of time I've know Dylan, but there was something about him that really truly got to me. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't care what anyone thought. Or that when he gets angry he furrows his eyebrows and his breathing picks up. I think my favorite part was that sometimes when he couldn't sleep, he'd call me up just to talk about things, not caring what time it was or anything like that. Hearing someone's thoughts ramble on and on at night, I don't know, it brings you closer. I was so completely drawn to him, and there was still so much I didn't know about him, but at this point it didn't matter. All I know that if something happened to Dylan, I couldn't be able to live with myself. 

"Yeah, I understand. Thanks anyways." I looked up at her with a lazy smile.

"Of course, remember to press the button if you need anything at all." 

"Will do." I replied. With that, she left the room, leaving me by myself. I looked around the room, coming to the psychotic conclusion that I was going to find a way out of this room to see him. I knew I couldn't possibly do anything, but I just wanted to be there in the room with him, just confirming to myself that he'll be okay. I tried standing up, putting a small amount of pressure onto the cast. It didn't hurt like it had before, it was actually okay to walk on, slightly. I took the IV out of my arm, doubting I'd need it. I think I'm going insane here, there wasn't a need to do this to go see him, I should believe the nurse when she says he'll be fine, but a part of me needed to know. A part of me needed to see him, to let him know I was there, which to me, could be impossible right now. I started to walk towards the door, shaking my head at how stupid I'm being. I slowly opened the door, checking to see if anyone was around. It was starting to get into the night hours, so there wasn't a lot of people. I closed the door lightly behind me, making sure I didn't make a lot of noise. I slowly traveled down the halls, to the elevator. I had a second thought about it however, if I got up to the ICU, and someone was on the other side of the elevator, I was fucked. But it would take even longer to get up the stairs. I decided to go with the stairs, to play it safe. I walked to the stair case cautiouslly, still not knowing how the fuck I'm getting away with all of this. I walked up the stairs slowly and carefully, knowing that the ICU was, thankfully, only two floors up. I reached the floor and looked through the door seeing if I saw anyone. There was a nurse filing through papers on a desk, but she was standing, as if she was about to leave. I waited her out until she left about 5 minutes later. I opened the door slowly, popping my head out and checking again. As I checked I saw a big pair of doors with a sign that read

'ICU'

I walked towards the doors, checking beind me nearly every two seconds. I reached the doors and looked in again, seeing two or three people at desks in the center of the big room. At this moment I knew it would be nearly impossible, and I questioned why I came up here in the first place.

"For Dylan," I whispered to myself. "For Dylan." I looked around, seeing if there was anything that could help me. There was a huge pile of metal trays on a cart, and I felt blessed to see it. I looked into the door once again, only seeing two nurses this time. I took a deep breath and pushed the cart with all my might. I quickly hid behind the door, as the cart hit a wall with an extrememly loud noise as the trays went everywhere. The two nurses immediately ran out of the door, checking to see what it was. As they ran out, I ran in, barely making it past. I hid behind one of the nearest curtains, trying to catch my breath. As I turned I saw someone lying in a hospital bed, covered in casts and wires. I made out the face immediately and nearly caught myself from falling. 

Dylan.

I walked over to him, tears brimming my eyes, as I blamed myself for this. I let the tears fall as I whispered over and over,

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers. 

"I'm so sorry." I repeated.

The breathing in my throat hitched as I heard what came next.

A single flatline.

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{A/N}

HOLY FUCK I'M SO SORRY I NEVER UPDATE AND THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHITTY IM SORRY BUT HERE CHAPTER 13 WILL BE WRITTEN DON'T WORRY I DON'T KNOW WHEN BUT IT WILL BE WRITTEN I PROMISE OKAY LOVE YOU PEEPS