Ashley's POV---
I woke up once again, this time I could open my eyes. They immediately saw Dylan holding on to my hand for dear life. His hair was a wreck and he looked so peaceful. I used my hand to play with his hair. It was so soft and silky. I traced his face. I pulled my hand away and his head shot up. I tried to apologize but I couldn't find my voice. I tried to talk but it hurt and no sound would come out. So instead I just sat there feeling so silly.
Dylan POV---
I could feel a light gentle touch across my face and into my hair. It felt so amazing. When the hand pulled away I looked up. I gasped. I hugged her and prayed I didn't have to let go. I felt tears come out.
"Oh Ashley, I thought I lost you. I was so scared. They wanted to leave you but I made sure they didn't. I couldn't deal with you gone. I would be a mess. Oh I'm so sorry for everything Ashley. I'm so so sorry." I was interrupted by her hand going over my mouth. She just smiled and threw her hands over my neck and hugged me tightly. It was the most amazing feeling. I kissed her forehead and raced off to get the doctor. She was back. My baby proved the doctor wrong. She will make it. She will be okay. I swear I must of had a smile a mile long. I entered the hall way and yelled for a doctor. In an instant I had the doctor and nurses in her room. I was pushed to the back corner. I stood there, finally realizing all of the horrible things I did to her. I sighed and started to wonder how she would ever forgive me.Ashley's POV---
The doctor and so many nurses came in all at once and I was not happy. I want Dylan right next to me but he is standing at the back with a sad face. I wanted to get up and hug him and never let go. They kept asking me so any questions.
"Hello, how are you?"
"What's your name?"
"What year is it?"
"Who is the president?"
"Where are you?"
I pointed to Dylan. I felt like a 5 year old asking for her teddy bear. In seconds Dylan was next to me. Holding me, almost as if he was protecting me. I sighed very happily and closed my eyes.
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The Night I Danced
Teen FictionI am 17 years old. In a public high school. I am the geek of the geeks. No one knows me. The stoners hit on me. The jocks try and get in my pants. I don't hate anyone, well I just hate one person... Dylan- the high school popular kid. He is amazing...