My Twin's Girlfriend (Book 1/2)(RE-WRITING)

Chapter 29 Danni

I didn't know what was worse. Seeing my mother die or seeing Andy die. There was so much I didn't get to say to her. 

"Andy," I choked, letting my hands fall on her cheeks. 

"I'm sorry Danni," she breathed, her eyes falling on mine.

"Don't be sorry, I should've kept you safe," I sobbed. 

"It'll be okay," she smiled, her body weak.

"Promise me something," Andy whispered.

"Promise me that no matter what happens, you will be strong. You will look after yourself. You will graduate and you will go on with your life,"

"Andy,"

"Promise me you will fall in love and live a happy life away from all of this," 

"Promise me," 

"I promise," I whispered, letting my lips find hers for the last time. I kissed her with so much passion, so much love. She used every ounce of strength to kiss me back. 

I sat in the emergency waiting room. They had taken Andy into surgery. They didn't tell me what happened to her. She's been in there for hours. I called Narla and told her what had happened. She said she was on her way with Yvette. I felt the tears falling from my eyes again thinking of Andy. Her body was so lifeless. She was dead. If there is any possibility at all of her living, please someone help her to live. For me. I looked up and saw Patricia walk in. She had a sad expression on her face.

"Danni? Are you okay?" She asked, rushing over to me.

"Fine," I replied. 

"I'm so sorry-"

"Sorry isn't going to bring her back," I replied, looking at the plain wall.

"There were so many things I didn't get to say to her," she cried, wiping her nose. 

"I should've seen Beatrice was sick," she mumbled, pacing the room. I just kept my head down. 

"Danni," Narla called. I looked up and met her halfway. She held me so tight, her tears falling into my dress.

"I was so worried," she cried, holding me.

"She's gone," I whispered. She held me out her mouth open.

"She's gone," I said again, before she embraced me in her arms. I held her tight, letting the tears fall from my eyes once again. I looked up to see Yvette. She looked upset but she didn't cry. 

"It's okay," Narla cooed, rubbing my back.

"I have no one, my mum, she's d-dead," I cried harder. Even after everything that she did to me I couldn't hate her. She was my mother. Deep down I knew she was the mother she always was. I didn't hate Beatrice either. I could see the pain and realization in his eyes when he shot my mum. It was the right thing t do. Even if it hurt. 

"I'm sorry shorty," Yvette let me fall into her arms. She smelt like wood. Like Andy. I cried a little harder, feeling her arms hold me tight.

"Where is she?" Narla asked.

"Emergency," 

"So she has a chance to live Danni," Yvette whispered. 

"And we both know the stubborn ass that Andy can be. She will get through this,"

"And if she doesn't?" I asked, looking into her eyes.

"I don't know," she replied, holding her head down. 

"Is Andrea Howard's family here?" Someone asked. I looked up and saw an old man looking at us.

"Mother," Patricia cried. 

"Andy has lost a lot of blood. She was thought dead at the scene, but we were able to revive her in the ambulance," I felt something in my heart lift.

"She has severe contusion and needed a full shoulder replacement,"

"Will she recover?" 

"She will make a full recovery," I couldn't help but to cry again. She was going to live.

"Is there anything else?" Patricia asked.

"It is unknown when she is going to wake up. We have her breathing on her own but she is yet to wake up. We expect that she will suffer from the trauma once she recovers, but we won't know till she wakes up," 

"Any major damage?"

"Apart from the loss of blood, no. None of the other bullets hit anything important. Her shoulder was shattered and all of the ligaments torn,"

"When can we see her?" 

"I will let you see her now," He smiled, opening the door. Patricia started walking but stopped.

"Is it okay if someone else goes in?"

"Of course." she turned to face me,"

"She means the world to you," I nodded and quickly followed the doctor. My heart was racing. He opened the curtain and let me in. Once I was in he closed it again. I looked over to the bed and there she was.  I felt the tears welling in my eyes again. She had all of these things wired up to her. Her arm was in a brace. I walked over to her, seeing the bruises and cuts on her face. They had put her into a hospital gown. I let my hand fall into her right one, holding it tightly. 

"Andy," I breathed, trying to figure out what to say to her. 

"I'm so lucky," I started, feeling myself get teary.

"There were so many things that I should've done to avoid this situation. There were so many things that I should've told you that I didn't get the chance to tell you. There were so many things I wanted to ask and find our about you that I never got the chance to do that. from the first time I saw you I knew there was something abut you that I liked. Whether it was the cocky stubbornness or the kind heart that I knew you had deep down, I knew that I'd like you," I traced my fingers over her hand. 

"I just want you to wake up because there is no one better for me than you," 

"You're right," she choked. I looked down and saw those familiar honey brown eyes.

"Andy," I cried.

"Danni," she whispered. I leaned over the rail and let my lips find hers. She let her hand fall to my cheek. I kissed her with as much love as I could show. There was such a relief in our kiss. There was passion, love and desperation. I looked into her eyes.

"Told you I'd be safe," she joked. I couldn't help but to smile. She was okay.