Highs and lows [Imagine Dragons Fanfic]

Fighters and zombies

Dan:

How can someone do that?

The question I can't stop thinking of.

Why would someone do that?

The question following the first one.

I take another look at Arrow. I've been here for four hours and didn't leave her side since then, but I don't care.

The doctors showed up about fifteen minutes after I arrived here. "She might be in a coma for a month", they said. "She is in critical condition," they said. "She has five broken ribs, a broken arm and shoulder, and a severe concussion," they said. But they didn't talk about all the scratches and bruises covering her body from the brutal hit.

"It was a hit and run," the first officer said when he visited us.

"We're doing the best we can," the second one said.

I take a deep breath because I don't want to start crying again. Besides, I don't even know if I have any tears left. I need to be strong! For Arrow and Aja and the twins, who are with my parents right now.

"Take your time and be there for Arrow," they said when they visited us.

"It's going to be alright!" Wayne said as he left us to give us some time.

"She is a fighter!" Platz said as he left.

"We'll be there if you need us. Don't worry, she will make it!" Ben said.

But what no one said, is how hard it is going to be.

I exhale a shaking breath and lay Arrows hand next to her body. She looks so small, so cute, but also so vulnerable.

How can someone do that?

It starts again.

I close my eyes for a second and turn around. Aja is sitting on a chair. Her red and puffy eyes are laying on Arrow. I take a seat next to her. She rests her head on my shoulder and starts to cry silently.

I want to calm her down. I want to be strong. But I can't. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I don't know anything.

Tiredness is looping over me. I haven't been sleeping for 48 hours now. My eyelids begin to close. I don't want to sleep! But I can't stop myself from drifting deeper in the darkness.

...

Four days later

I didn't leave Arrows side, except for going on the toilet. I didn't shave, I didn't shower, I hardly ate. The guilt and worry are eating me up.

Would it have happened if I was here?

Could I have stopped it?

Was it really just a hit and run?

"Dan!"

Aja's voice snaps me out of my thoughts again. She looks at me. She is the stronger one. She did leave Arrows room to shower, she did eat, at least the last two days. She is watching out for me. She shouldn't be!

"Please eat something," she begs and hands me a sandwich.

I look at it. It looks good, but I'm not hungry.

"Please." She says again, with a teary voice.

I don't want to, but I do. For her. It's hard to swallow and makes me wanna throw up, but I eat it. For Aja. For Arrow.

"Thank you," she whispers. I send her a sad smile.

"Can you do me another favor?" I look at her and wait until she continues.

"I called Wayne. You really need to get out of here, at least for a few hours. It's not healthy for you, okay? You'll go home, take a shower, shave and maybe eat something. Okay?"

I look at Arrow. I don't want to leave her. But I don't want to worry Aja any more.

I hear a knock and Wayne enters the room. "Hey, can we go?" he asks. I nod and stand up.

As I'm about to leave the room, I turn around again to face Aja.

"I'll inform you if anything happens." She states. Then we leave.

"How are you?" Wayne asks as we walk to the car.

I just shrug my shoulders.

He sighs. "How is Arrow? Any news?"

I shake my head.

"The doctors said that she stabilized right?"

I nod.

We open the car and sit down, but Wayne doesn't start the motor. I face him.

"I'm not going to drive unless you said something!" he states.

"What do you want to hear from me?" I respond with a raspy voice. I stopped talking two days ago.

"How are you?" he asks again.

"I'm good. As good as you can be when your little child has several broken bones and is in a coma fighting for her life!"

"You know that she is going to make it, right? She is a fight!"

"I don't know anything. Can we please drive now?"

He turns around, starts the motor and drives out of the underground parking.

"Ben and Platz are home too. You're going to take a shower, shave and then we'll eat together if you like it or not. I'm not going to let you go back until you don't look like a zombie anymore!"

"Is it really that bad?" I ask and look at myself in the little car mirror, but it's too small to see much.

"Yes, you wouldn't need make-up to play a zombie in a movie." He says and makes me smile for the first time in a long time.

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Hey, again I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. I only have one test and my speech left. Hopefully, I'll have a bit more time to write. But thank you all for reading and voting, you guys are the best!