The Night I Danced

Heartbeat

Dylan's POV--

I couldn't get the image of her lifeless body out of my head. Her face was pale. Her checks that used to be a rose red was now pale. Her pink lips were colorless. The way she looked at me with her eyes that day, almost pleading me to save her, run through my head. It was my fault. They took her off of life support. She is barley holding on. This is the third week. The doctor said if she isn't awake in another two weeks, they are going to have no choice but to let her die. My baby, my sweet, beautiful baby. I rolled over and screamed into my pillow. They were going to take my beautiful sweet baby away from me. I couldn't do anything about it. I threw my feet across my bed and made myself get up. I walked what seemed like forever to get to my bathroom. I turned the bath water on. I pushed it all the way up where it would burn my skin. I pealed off my clothing and got in the shower. The water hit my body and it burned like hell. At this point I didn't care. I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. My life is hell, I want my girl back. Fuck, she isn't even my girl and she might not ever be because of these stupid doctors. I groaned. I put soap in my hair and washed my body. I needed to see her. I visit every single day. The second visiting hours open I'm in there. I got out and put a blue towel around my waist. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were blood shot and my face looked colorless. My lips had no color and my hair was a reck. I sighed and grabbed random clothes. I didn't care anymore. Hell, I haven't been to school in like two weeks. Fuck it. I didn't care anymore. My mom stopped by and got my homework and that's what I did. That's how I was getting credit. I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. I'm off to see her. I need to see her. To see her eyes and her one in a million smile. I need her back.

- one hour later -

I went into her room. Today she looked a little better. Her lips were getting color. I sighed and went over to hold her hand. All of a sudden her pulse went right high and the monitor went crazy with beeping. I heard her groan. I yelled for a doctor. Is she finally waking up? I couldn't believe it. I was going to have my baby back.

Ashley's POV--

I heard really loud noises, and an annoying voice talking. I groaned and then everything got quiet. I heard Dylan's voice. Wait, Dylan? I felt my eyebrows crunch together. Where am I? I opened my eyes and it hurts so bad. I moved my hands to cover my face and I felt tears come down. My head was pounding and I could barley think. I was shaking when Dylan pulled me into his arms. I felt a sharp pain in my arm and my world went black. I couldn't see, hear, or talk all over again.