(Dakota's POV)I practically ran down the hallway with my heart and head pounding as I desperately searched for the room they told me Max and Kent were in.
318.
318.
318.
Where the hell is their room!
I had left Rigs in the dust so I had to find it in my own.
My eyes scanned every door as I looked for the number that I now wondered if it even existed.
That's when my eyes landed on it.
Room 318.
I burst the door open. My eyes drinking in everything.
"Kent," I said when my eyes landed on his figure laying on the bed. His chest had white gauze wrapped tightly around him and he looked pale. His eyes closed and he honestly looked dead.
The only sign that he was alive was the beep of the heart monitor machine. I walked over to him and sat on the chair next to his bed. Grabbing his hand, I tiredly laid my head on it as I begged him to wake up.
I gasped when I felt his hand slightly move. My head flew up and met his.
"Dakota?" He asked quietly as he tried to focus on me. His voice hoarse.
"I'm here, Kent," I told him as I brushed the hair off his face. He smiled.
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine," he wheezed out as he squeezed my hand, reassuringly.
"I love you," I whispered as his eyes drooped. He needed his sleep and lots of it.
It was only now that I heard the soft beep of another heart monitor and I realized Max was on the other side.
I ran to him with tears on my eyes.
"Please wake up, Max. I love you. Come back to me," I whispered as I kissed his forehead. He looked even worse than Kent.
I heard the door open and I turned around to see Rigs.
He wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head in his chest as tears slipped out.
"The doctors expect Kent will make a full recovery. He is doing very well," he said,"Max on the other hand is a difficult case. Apparently you saved him."
"What?" I asked as I pulled away.
"You see when Axel raised the gun to aim at him, you shoved his hand up higher so the bullet just grazed his skull. If you hadn't, he wouldn't of made it. You saved him," Rigs said as he watched Max.
"Really?" I was shocked. It all happened so fast. I replayed it over and over and I remembered pushing his arm up, but I didn't think it helped anything.
"Do they know if he'll wake up or when?" I asked quietly.
"It's up to him. We just don't know," he said sadly. I took in a shaky breath and Rigs decided to leave me alone.
Scooting the chair over, I sat as close to him as possible and after an hour, I laid my head on his hand as I whispered to him.
I've read that sometimes that they can hear you when they're in comas and I hoped it was true.
I told him that I had escaped, for real this time. That we didn't have to worry about Axel ever again. He couldn't hurt us anymore. We all were free. I repeatedly told him that I loved him and always would. I wouldn't want anybody else. I needed him.
Eventually I fell asleep to the soft beeps of the machine that reminded me they weren't dead. That they were still here. They were still fighting. They had a chance.
I jerked awake with the sounds of gunshots just beside my head. I was panting as the memories replayed in my mind like a movie scene. I saw the blood beginning to pool as their bodies fell.
I forced myself to take in deep breaths as my eyes roamed and realized I was still in the hospital room. Kent was still asleep and I looked over to Max.
His eyes were lazily trained on me.
"Dakota?" He whispered. My heart exploded in happiness. He was awake. This horrible nightmare was finally over.
Last chapter, guys. *wipes tears*
I'll try to think of an epilogue soon.
Thank you all who finished this story to the end and I'm a sucker for good endings.😀
I don't think I will start the prequel that I mentioned earlier now because I can't really think how I would want to do it or what will happen. Maybe in the future. Just have to follow me if I decide to write it to find out.
I've got a couple other story ideas swimming in my head that I may want to try.
Thank you all again! I didn't think this one would get as many reads as it did. I'm up to 8 and a half thousand views!!!!
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