Requested by Amber_de_Lafayette
"Don't you dare die on me....We're supposed to grow old together,"
[Reader's POV]
The third lonely week with my love in the hospital. Philip was shot by a mass killer at the mall. That George Eacker guy has the life sentence he deserves. It still doesn't get Philip back home. The bullet went between his ribs and punctured his heart. I wasn't there when it happened, and I can't even imagine how terrifying it was for him. I have to stay home to take care of our french bulldog, but every day I visit him in room 34C. He gets paler and weaker by the day, and doctors say he may not make it. I refuse to believe that I could lose him so fast, but I can't disregard the professionals.
I press the lock button on my keys and slip them into the pockets of my sweatpants. I didn't have time to dress nice; they called me because there was an emergency and I'm his emergency contact.
"Room 34C; Philip Hamilton," I say in a panicked tone, clutching the edge of the desk.
"Go right ahead Miss (Y/n)," She says, and I run through the halls to the room. When I get in, he can barely lift his head to greet me. I run to his side and start crying again, like I did in the car.
"(Y/n)," He says, his voice airy and hushed.
"Philip, I'm sorry I wasn't there. It should be me in that bed, not you," I sob into his chest, feeling the soft, tingly feeling of his hand combing through my hair. The same feeling I've known for 7 years now.
"I couldn't bear seeing you like this, (Y/n)," He says, his monotone whisper barely audible over the heart rate monitor beeping at a steady, slow pace.
"Philip-" He shushes me softly.
"I'm so sorry that you have to see me like this," He whispers. His voice is getting quieter after every word. I look up and see the tears falling from his warm eyes.
"You shouldn't be apologizing to me, Philip. I should be apologizing to you. We were fighting and I'm sorry I refused to go to the mall with you. I didn't think this would happen. You mean the world to me, no, you are my world, Philip Hamilton. I can't live without you and I can't bear the notion that I'd have to. I love-"
His heart rate monitor starts beeping uncontrollably and the doctors pull me away from him and towards the hallway.
"Don't you dare die on me," I say, raising my voice, "We're supposed to grow old together!"
He flatlines and I fall to my knees on the cold, unforgiving tiles.
I hear a faint heart rate beeping from the machine. I stand up slowly, my knees wobbling intensely. The machine shows that he's alive, but his motionless figure says otherwise. I look at the doctors for closure, and they seem just as surprised.
He jerks up, gasping for air as if he were drowning.
"Philip?" I walk towards his side slowly, and the doctors don't make an effort to stop me.
"(Y/n)!" He smiles wider than I've seen in a long time. I hug him tightly and he wraps an arm around my waist, using the other to keep himself propped up.
After a while of doctors fiddling with clipboards and asking each other questions, they decide that he's ok, but he has to stay in the hospital for a few more nights to be sure he's back to health. I stay after the doctors leave the room.
"You didn't really think I was leaving my babygirl like that, did you?"
