Last One Standing (wattys2017) (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Before It All Falls Down

"Focus on something; anything." Griffin demanded, his eyes flickering away from the road ahead of us for a fraction of a second to check on me.

My fingers dug into his bicep as I stared at him, my lips quivering as I tried to prevent a cry of pain from escaping me.

"You're going to be fine. They'll just put a few stitches in you and we can go home." Griffin reassured.

I closed my eyes and loosened my grip on him, my mind drifting to the look I'd seen on Evan's face this morning. He had looked genuinely happy. His eyes had been a bright shade of blue, amusement clear in them as he listened to me drone on about my life. He had made it seem like we were back at home, sitting on my bed, rather than in a hospital. It had been one of the best morning's I'd had in a long time.

The moment I felt the car jolt to a stop, I knew better than to try and speak up. Griffin was already on my side, yanking the door open so he could reach in and help me out. I started to unbuckle my seat belt, but his arms were around me before I shook it off fully.

I tangled my arms around his neck and buried my face in the crook of his neck, trying to steady my breathing so my worry wouldn't evolve into a panic attack. He was carrying me as if I weighed no more than a puppy, having his left arm supporting more of my weight than his right.

"I'm going to give you to one of the nurses and go out to call Jace. I'll be back there as soon as I get off the phone, okay? Just take deep breaths and don't forget to focus on something happy. Your mind can only focus on one thing at once." Griffin said in one breath, breaking through the automatic doors. I barely heard him shout for one of the nurses, static had began to set in my ears.

". . . glass." I caught the last of what Griffin was saying before being set on a soft surface and pushed down a hall before I had a chance to figure out exactly what was going on around me.

*

I wasn't a fan of the painkillers they gave me to numb the pain. Despite Griffin being at my side and the pain in my foot nothing but a dull ache, I felt nausea rushing in and out of my stomach in waves.

Griffin continued to watch the doctor wrap my foot in silence, taking in all the precautions I was supposed to be listening for. All I wanted and needed was to go home and pass out, sleep this off and pray when I opened my eyes in the morning that it was nothing but a dream.

My mind didn't register Griffin speaking until the nurse pushed me out of the hospital in the wheel chair, a dark, professional look on her worn face.

"Come on, Sleeping Beauty. We've got to get you home." He grumbled, thanking the nurse with a nod and picking me up. I didn't have enough time to lay my head against his warm chest; he shoved me into the car and pulled my seat belt over me before I could.

He made sure I was in securely and shut my door. I turned my head just in time to find him fighting with his car door so he could get in. After a second, he won and climbed in, rubbing his hands together. "You look exhausted."

I laughed, "You look like a model."

He shook his head in amusement and checked the time, "You should be coming down off those any time now."

We stayed quiet the entire ride out of the parking lot. He sparked a conversation again once we were out on the open road.

"You heard the doctor's orders, right? You're going to have to use a crutch to get around for a week or so to prevent a worse injury." he stated, concern in his voice and eyes. I leaned into my seat and rolled my head so I was facing Griffin's profile.