That's What I Thought | s.m

Chapter Thirty-Two

Melody Reagan.
I heard it all, every word. My heart is aching, breaking slowly, bit by bit.

He promised me he'd never leave me, but I guess promises are too hard to keep, for him at least.

"Wheres Shawn?" I heard somebody say, from the voice, I could tell it was Ian. I wanted to open my eyes and tell him he left. I wanted to shout out that he told me he wasn't able to keep loving me because he knew I was going to be too much to handle. I wanted to whisper, that he broke me, even if he didn't mean to.

"I don't know, maybe he's gone home to rest, I mean he has been here since she came in," Another voice stated, who I recognized to be Geoff, Shawn's right hand man.

"Yeah, maybe." Ian paused for a minute, "It's not like him though, he wouldn't leave without telling one of us to watch over her,"

"I guess you're right, I'll call him, stay here." I heard the door close, signaling Geoff had left, leaving me with Ian, the silence deafening.

"Melody?" He asked, worry laced in his voice, "Your hands shaking. Shit. Are you waking up? C'mon, you can do it! Just open your eyes!"

Feeling my hands vibrate as my mind began to clear, I felt my eyes become lighter and my body becoming less numb.

"Nurse! Doctor! Somebody! She's waking up!" Ian bellowed throughout the ward, no doubt waking up a few sleeping patients. Hearing him walk back in, he grabbed my hand, "Shawn will be so happy that you're finally waking up,"

But will he be? Am I happy that I'm waking up?

"Excuse me Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave while we perform some tests on her," An unknown voice said, but somehow sounded so familiar

"I'll be right outside Melody, don't worry," I had a bad feeling about this. I didn't want him to leave, I wanted to reach out and grab his arm. I wanted to tell him something was off. I wanted to tell him things to say to Shawn because what if I didn't make it out?

Would that even be so bad? The voice in my head clouded my thoughts, the negativity regaining control of my mind, taking over me and all the happiness I once had.

Pushing it to the back of my mind, I used all my strength to pull through. I felt my eyes opening, the light blinding me, making me close them immediately, it was too bright to see who it was, but I opened my mouth and the words came out like a waterfall, "Don't go!"

Turning my head to the side, I looked over at Ian, who was, by now, walking back over to me.

"Don't go." I whispered, my voice hoarse and my throat dry.

"I won't, I'll be right here." he smiled slightly, nodding to emphasize his response. Relief washed over me as I took a deep breath. Bracing myself, I looked over to the doctor and squinted my eyes, making it possible to see their features.

"You." I spat, "Get out of here, I'm not ready to die yet and you are not going to be the one that gets to be able to kill me." It's too late for that.

"Shut up you idiot, I'm not here to kill you." Alex sneered, taking off her doctors mask.

"Then what are you here for?" my voice was still small but my anger and hurt was evident through my tone.

"I'm here to help you," Scoffing, I internally rolled my eyes at her poor choice of words.

"Sure, the person that tried to fucking blow me up is here to help me. Nice try,"