We arrived at the hospital. I ignored everyone who gently asked me to wait in the waiting room and stormed towards the room where Andy was. I pulled back the curtain and found the bed empty. I covered my mouth to hold in a sob and ran back to reception.
"Andy Fowler" I demanded, "Where is he?"
The man on the desk seemed completely unfazed and indifferent by my yelling so I slammed my hand on the table.
"Tell me!"
"Room 7" he sighed, not looking at me, "Give me a chance woman!"
I nodded, "Sorry"
I turned and ran to find Room 7, completely forgetting the fact that I'd arrived with my friends. Room 7 was also empty, I discovered as I walked in. I looked around and Mrs Fowler's bag was in the corner. I paced back and forth, anxiety filling my body. The door opened behind me and there he stood, looking as healthy as a horse.
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I knew it was my fault and I didn't want to hold him back anymore. But the love in his eyes as he stared at me, that beautiful signature smirk of his completely gorgeous face, made me forget about everything else and I ran into his arms. We clung to each other tightly, tears spilling down both of our cheeks.
"Hey" he whispered.
"Hi" I smiled, resting my chin on his shoulder, "You look great!"
"They said I'm fine and I can go home" he informed me, stroking my cheek.
"Really?" I gasped, squealing with happiness.
"Yeah" he chuckled.
"I hope you understand I'm not leaving your side" I remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't have it any other way" he replied sincerely.
I smiled softly and brought his lips to mine. God, I had missed this boy.
