His Little Nerd [???]

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Mason's POV

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I continue sitting on this hard chair in the waiting room, for just a speck of good news with Karen beside me. It's been four freaking hours! How long does it bloody take to get some results? All I want to know is that she's ok so this guilt that's practically swallowing me can disappear, not completely because I'll still feel guilty that it's my fault that she was out there but the guilt of if something really bad had happened to her.

"Mason she'll be fine. If it's exhaustion she collapsed from then I don't see how she could have head trauma," Karen tries to make me feel better but she's been saying that at least every half an hour.

"Karen you don't get it. It's my fault she was out there! I never should've left!" I finally snap, after being silent for so long.

"No it fucking isn't! You listen to me right now Mason Woods! It was my fault! I didn't run after her! I let her run away!" she shouts, standing up to face me.

"No matter what you say Karen, it's still my fault. I saw someone running in the exact location in where I found her and that person looked exactly like her. Now I could've stopped her and taken her home but no, I kept on riding!" I yell.

"Don't you dare fucking yell at me Mason! It isn't your fault! I let her go, I told her that lie, it's my fault! Oh god it's my fault!" she suddenly bursts in tears and I immediately hold onto her.

"Shhh Karen, it's ok," I coo and see the same doctor as before walk through the doors. He looks around before spotting me and starts walking towards us. My heart immediately speeds up and it feels like I can't get any oxygen into my lungs.

"Mrs Mellows and Mr Woods?" he asks and Karen immediately turns around.

"Yes?" her voice shakes. 

"Ok, Miss Mellows has no head trauma, short and long term, but," he pauses for a fair bit of time and I start to feel nauseous.

 "But?" I manage to ask, oxygen still not going to my lungs.

"We have found a bit of damage on her lungs though," he continues and black spots start covering my vision. I blink them away for now but I don't know how long until they return.

"How bad is the damage?" Karen asks and honestly I'm afraid of the answer.

"It's not too severe but we do have a breathing machine on your daughter at the moment as I will admit, without it she would surely die as she's still unconscious," he answers and I can see those little black dots again. I try blinking them away but it's not working this time round. I can feel my balance leaving me quickly so I lean against the wall beside me. "When she does wake up the breathing machine can be taken off but I'm afraid to tell you she will have a severe case of asthma."