Kiingtong x Reader

Chapter 11

Author's Note: HEY! So I'm at Anime Expo and I wanted to post this chapter before I start really getting into the groove of AX so HERE IS THE NEW CHAPTER!!! I really like how it turned out this time. It's kinda short tho. Anyway, here's some angst and sadness, sorry.

Today was the day I would be able to talk to Will again, I think. I hadn't heard from him since we parted ways at the airport and it had been about 2 days since then. I assumed it was because he was too tired to text me and I was fine with that. I knew he might need some space after flying for so long. I was excited to hear his voice. I texted him and asked how his flight was. He didn't text me back immediately like he usually did so I waited 5 minutes and texted him again, just saying I wanted to call when he was available. I waited an hour, checking my phone periodically. After the hour passed, I decided to call him, knowing he should be home by now and that his flight couldn't be 2 days long. I clicked call and was sent straight to voicemail. At this point I started to get worried. I texted Zach and asked if he had heard from Will and he said no. I didn't know what else I could do so I turned on my T.V. and started flipping through the channels. Something on the news channel caught my eye as I passed it so I flipped back and turned the volume up. It was a plane crash. The person speaking was saying something about the plane being on route to England. That definitely piqued my interest. I started getting extremely worried. The woman said the plane crashed somewhere in Canada and showed the hospital the survivors were placed. I googled the hospital and found the phone number. I knew I had to call and find out if Will was there. I was pacing the floor looking at the phone number and feeling like I was going to vomit.

After a minute, I pressed call and waited for someone to pick up. Finally, a man picked up and asked what he could help me with. "Hi, I saw about the plane crash on the news and I'm not sure if my boyfriend was on the flight, is there any way I could check and see if he's there?" "What is his name?" "William Kiing" There were shuffling noises and I could tell he was looking through files. "Yes he's here, what's your name?" I couldn't move or talk, I put my phone down and sat on the floor. I don't remember how long I was sitting there but after a while, I got a call from Shelby. "He-" I could barely still talk. "Hey, (Y/N) what's up?" "Hospital" I managed to say. I'm not exactly sure what happened after that but the next thing I knew, Shelby was walking into my house. "(Y/N) what happened?" she asked, sternly. I looked up at her and I felt the tears start pouring down my face. She looked at the T.V., they were still talking about the plane crash. "I called, Will is there" I barely choked out through the tears. These were the times where I knew I could absolutely trust Shelby with my life. As fast as she was there, she was buying us plane tickets to the part of Canada that Will was in. We were to leave at 8pm that night. Shelby helped me pack my bag and after that, we went to her house so she could pack too. When we got all our things together, we set out for the airport. Shelby held my hand as we drove, she knew I needed emotional support. When we got to the airport it was 7pm. We had an hour to get checked in and be ready. We went through security and sat down at 7:30. Ever since I'd heard the news, I had been crying, non-stop. Shelby called the hospital and told them we'd be arriving in a bit. She made sure everything went smoothly.

When we eventually boarded the plane, we sat in our seats and she told me to lay down and try to sleep. I laid my head back but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. Shelby never let go of my hand. I was really grateful she went through this with me. We went through something very similar with my parents' deaths and she knew exactly how to handle me in times like this. All I could think was I wouldn't be able to get there in time and he would be gone before I was able to see him. That's what happened with my parents. I was having flashbacks of that time and couldn't think of anything else. I cried the whole flight there too. After what seemed like 10 years, we finally landed. Shelby and I got our things and got a Lyft straight to the hospital. We walked inside and went to the front desk. Shelby told them we were here to see Will and they gave us directions on where to go. We walked back and found the wing he was in. Shelby talked to the doctor in charge and came back to me. "He's alive and he's stable, but he's in an induced coma." I cried even more. I was relieved he was alive and I was sad he was hurt. "They said you could go see him if you wanted to." Shelby said. "Okay." The doctor led me into his room and I saw him laying on the bed hooked up to every machine possible. I sat by his bed and looked at his face. He didn't look like he was in pain. That made me feel slightly better. I caressed his hand, one of the few placed unscathed. I rested my head on the side of the bed and cried more. I hated seeing Will like this. I didn't want him to be hurt. I sat hunched over until the doctor came in and told me visiting hours were up and we could come back in the morning. "I'll be here all day every day until he wakes up." I said. He smiled warmly and showed me the way out.

Shelby got us a Lyft and we drove to a hotel nearby. Apparently, a lot of the plane crash survivors' family and friends were staying there. We checked in and for half a second I wondered when Shelby had time to book the room. She was honestly the best person in a crisis and I was extremely grateful that she was here with me again. We got to our room and put our things down. I knew this would be a long night so I decided to watch a bunch of Will's old videos and cry. I knew the next day I would be stronger and would be able to at least take care of myself. I wanted so badly to be next to Will. That night, I watched Will's videos until daylight. At some point, I fell asleep listening to him. I had a dream that he was healthy and we were watching movies on my couch.