desires / fillie

to be alone with you

hey, the song is pretty short, so if you could like replay it while you're reading, that'd be great bc it's such a good song and it really adds to this chapter.

finns pov

i fell asleep again, this time on the chair by millie's bed.

it's day two, and she's still asleep.

if i look at her for more that five seconds, i start to cry uncontrollably.

i had a dream last night, and it felt so real.

it started at me sitting at a dining room table, reading a newspaper article and drinking coffee, i appeared older. two little kids ran up to me, hugging me. a boy, and a girl.
then a woman walked in.

it was millie.

her hair was neatly put up, and she wore a baby pink blouse and jeans.

she looked so mature and sophisticated, yet so soft and gentle.

she walked over to me, placing a kiss on my lips.

that's when i woke up.

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it was already 6pm, and i didn't do much today. i just talked with noah, and ate shitty hospital food.

i walked up to go into the cafeteria, because noah and i wanted coffee.

i walked with my hands in my pockets, staring at the ground. i stopped when someone bumped into me obnoxiously.
i looked up and my mouth gaped open and my eyes widened to who i was face-to-face with.

robert.

"uh sir i don't think you should be here.." i say, slightly intimidated by the man.

he wore an oversized black rain coat, a dirt stained white t shirt, a dirty pair of jeans, and combat boots.

"kid, i-i was c-called t-to see m-millie. you b-better get o-out of m-my way."
he stumbled over his words, showing clear signs that he was drunk out of his mind.

he obviously couldn't drive, maybe he got here by taxi.

"sir, i really don't think she wants to see you. she's not even awake yet." i state.

he furrows his eyebrows at me in confusion, then his face quickly turns into anger.

he pushes my shoulders back, causing me to fly back onto the ground. he raises his fist and goes into a punch, but before he does, a male nurse grabs his arms from behind, pulling him out of my sight.

that crazy son of a bitch.

millie's pov

my eyes slowly open to reveal what seemed like a hospital room, and my eyes widen when i see noah standing at the foot of my bed, looking at me with his eyes wide and his mouth open slightly.
he runs over to me and pushes a button.

"it's okay, i'm here." he says in a comforting way.

it was moments before i realized i was gagging on the tube that settled in the back of my throat.

two nurses rushed in, slowly taking out the tube.
i coughed uncontrollably until they gave me a glass of water.

"okay sweetie, how are you feeling?"

a woman with short brown hair and bangs across her forehead and a pretty doll-face asked me.

i couldn't really speak, so she told me to rate it on 1-10 on my fingers.
i held up a seven.