Breakaway | d.h

Chapter Eighteen

"Too late?"

"Perhaps."
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Katie

I wondered through the hallway, a lump in my throat as I walked. These hospital walls held so much. Good times, bad times. Births. Deaths. Injuries. Recovery.

I stopped once I reached room 403. I was scared to see what was behind the door. So many possibilities.

"You must be Katie," A friendly voice greeted me outside of his room. "Dan's been expecting you."

I nodded and played with my sleeve nervously, "Yes, that's me."

"Be gentle," the doctor said with a soft smile. "Ill be back to check on him shortly."

I nodded again as he checked his clipboard. He wished me well and was on his way.

I peeked inside through the small window on the door. Inside I seen Dan's fragile body laying in the hospital bed, tubes connecting to what seemed like every part of his body.

My heart thumped in my chest as I opened the door as slowly as I could. I didn't want to wake him.

I frowned as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. I sat on the edge of his bed. "Dan?" I whispered to him.

I sighed when he didn't respond, I knew he needed his rest. I just wanted to hear his voice once more.

Lance being in jail made me feel safer. But I wouldn't feel completely safe until I knew that I didn't have to be alone in this crazy ride I call my life.

"I'm so so sorry," I choked out as I leaned my head on his shoulder lightly, closing my eyes.

I started to tear up as I stroked his hair back against his forehead. I couldn't lose him now, not ever. He was the one I belonged to. "It's okay beautiful, I'm here." Dan choked weakly.

I sat up quickly, a teary smile on my face. I looked at Dan wide eyed, "Dan you're-"

"I'm fine darling," he smiled and pulled me back into his chest lightly. "I'm sorry I worried you."

I felt myself begin to cry into his chest. He didn't have to apologize for something that was my fault, "I thought I had lost you."

"Never," he chuckled and grazed his lips along my forehead, leaving a trail of soft kisses behind.

I clung to him tightly, "You're okay then?"

"It'll be fine," he lied with a soft smile.

I nodded and closed my eyes tightly, "Lance is in jail," I told him. I figured he deserved to know.

"That's great." He replied with a stiff smile and an exhale through his nose.

I agreed and laid back onto him. He felt strangely weak. But he hadn't said anything else about it. I was just happy that he was okay. I laid back onto his chest.

"Katie," Dan started, his voice sounding weaker now.

I looked up at him, worry in my eyes. "Yes?" I replied.

He frowned, tears brimming his eyes. I stared at him in confusion. But he didn't speak. Instead he brought his hands to my cheeks, and pulled me into a kiss. His touch seemed to heal every fiber of my being.

A knock was heard from the door then. A doctor peaked her head in the door, "Could you wait in the waiting room please? We have to prep him for his surgery."

"S-surgery?" I stammered. Dan didn't say anything about surgery.

I stayed at the hospital that night. Even though a couple doctors told me I could go home if I wanted. I knew that I could leave if I wanted, but he never left my side when I needed him. And I wasn't going to abandon him now.

It was a long night of tossing and turning but I finally started to get somewhat comfortable on the chairs in the waiting room. After a few more minutes of shifting my weight and squirming around, I finally began to drift off.

"I'm sorry," I heard a man apologize close to me.

I squinted against the bright lights of the hospital. My eyes slowly focused on a blurry figure kneeling down beside me.

I felt my heart drop. I shot up, my tired eyes screamed with denial. He couldn't be. "W-what?" I stammered.

"I didn't mean to wake you. But you're friends with Daniel right?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly.

I stood up, there was no way this was happening to me. He couldn't be. My eyes started to swell as I knew the news coming was what I feared the most.

"No," I cried in denial.

The man scratched the back of his head and stood up awkwardly, "Oh i- I thought you were. Sorry."

"What? No- No I'm- is he okay?" I stuttered and wiped my eyes quickly.

He sighed with relief, "You're Katie then, yes?"

"Yes! Just tell me if he's okay," I almost screamed with frustration as I stood up.

The doctor pursed his lips together tightly. He looked scared of me, or sick of me. I couldn't tell.

"Yes he's-" he started to tell me all the boring details.

I thanked him by cutting off his explanation and running down the hall. I didn't care who seen me, I had to see him.

I was his forever.

And he was mine forever.

I had to tell him that before it was too late.

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Hey sorry I kinda neglected this story! This update isn't as long, but Ill try and make the next one longer. Thanks for reading!//