Melwood- Falling in Love Behind the Cameras

Bad Dreams

Melissa's POV

My eyes fluttered open to the sight of Chris sitting next to my bed. He tightly held my hand while stroking my hair. I smiled remembering how I kissed him, but that smile was quickly replaced with confusion as my lips were restricted by an oxygen mask placed over my mouth. I felt a tight pressure around my thigh and an IV on the back of my hand.

"What happened?" I asked trying to get up, taking the mask off.

"Melissa, just rest," Chris told me pushing my shoulder back a bit. I listened and fell softly back onto the bed. The doctor walked in with a clipboard, Chyler standing at the other side of my bed.

"What happened?" I asked again, this time to the doctor.

"Well, it seems that the infection in your leg is starting to spread down all the way to the bone, which caused the sudden burst of pain. We are pumping you with antibiotics and giving you a saline drip just to keep you hydrated, but we'll need to operate to salvage any undamaged tissue we can." The doctor stated.

"Why haven't you done this sooner?" Chris asked.

"Melissa refused to sign the consent forms when we first offered the procedure a couple weeks ago," The doctor flipped through the charts, "According to what the nurse wrote in your charts, 'patient stated she didn't care what happens to her leg.'" I looked down at my hands, but I could still see Chris look over at me out of the corner of my eye. I could just tell what he was thinking. Why weren't you taking care of yourself? I just knew he was thinking just that.

The doctor continued, "But if we don't do it now Melissa could possibly lose her leg, or the infection could spread elsewhere in her body, so we need to operate as soon as we can." The doctor handed me the clipboard as well as a pen. "If you just sign these we can do the surgery first thing tomorrow."

I grabbed the pen and fiddled it with my fingers, still staying silent.

"What are the risks?" Chris asked.

"There is a 30 percent chance of losing the leg because of how much the infection has already spread. There's also is a 20 percent chance that you'll bleed out and possibly death, but if we don't go through with it that percentage will jump up to 40 percent, and you will keep having pain in your leg."

Chris looked up at me again and this time I looked back at him. "20 is better than 40." I weakly smiled at him and I signed the forms. I handed the clipboard back to the doctor and she smiled and said goodbye.

"Are you okay with this?" Chris asked me, full of concern.

"Yeah, I can handle it," I whispered.

Chris's POV

It was the next day. Mel was being wheeled toward the surgery wing on her bed, and I followed slowly, one arm in the crutch and the other tightly holding onto her hand. Last night the antibiotics started wearing off and she was in so much pain. I remember, she looked exhausted, sweating, tears on the rim of her eyes. At the moment she held an oxygen mask to her mouth, but she was still so pale. The pinkness of her cheeks was gone and her face was shiny with sweat. I moved a strand of her hair out of her face and she softly smiled at me, her eyes drooping down from being awake all night in pain. 

I hated seeing her like this, but I knew that after this procedure she would be okay. At least I hoped so.

We approached some double doors. "You can't go past this point, sir," A nurse told me. 

I looked at the nurse and nodded. Then leaned forward so my face was closer to Melissa. She took the oxygen mask off. "It'll be alright," she whispered. 

I smiled and kissed her. She felt so fragile, but I pulled myself away because I knew if I kept kissing her, I would never want to stop. "I'll see you later," I said

"Yeah."

"I love yo--"

"Don't." 

She kept her face straight, but I could see the worry in her eyes. I could always see what she was feeling in her eyes, and I could tell she knew what I was thinking, too. She didn't want me to say "I love you," because she knew I was worried it would be that last time could say it. 

I nodded and let go over her hand. She tore her eyes away from me and stared at the ceiling. I, on the other hand, watched as her gurney went through the double doors. I watched as she put the oxygen mask over her face once again. I watched as a lock of her hair fell onto her face. I wanted to run over and tuck it behind her ear, but before I knew it she disappeared from my sight.

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I sat in the waiting room, my finger anxiously tapping on the armrest of my chair. I had been waiting in here for what felt like decades. I rubbed my temple, and I heard footsteps coming toward me. I looked up and it was Melissa's doctor so I immediately stood up. I tried to read her face, but I couldn't tell what she was thinking. 

"Hello, Mr. Wood. I think you should sit down." The doctor told me. I knew what this meant. My heart sank to my feet and I sat down. I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"There were complications during the surgery." The doctor started.

"What?! What happened?" I yelled out to the doctor.

"I'm sorry, but she lost too much blood mid-surgery. She's dead" 

My head started spinning, the room tilted sideways. I wasn't supposed to lose her. Not yet.

"Would you like the see her?" The doctor said. I nodded and followed her down the hall. We walked into a room and I saw a body on a metal table, covered with a white blanket. The rest of the room seemed endless. I walked over to the table and removed the white sheet from her face, my hands shaking. She was so beautiful, I couldn't believe she was really dead. I touched her cheek, cold as ice. Her skin was fragile, like glass. I stood there, my tears dropping onto her cheeks. 

Suddenly her eyes shot wide open. I jumped back startled. She sat up and started crying. I walked over to comfort her, but once I touched her she started screaming. "YOU! YOU DID THIS. YOU KILLED ME! HOW COULD YOU! I LOVED YOU AND YOU KILLED ME!" 

"I didn't mean to!" I was crying now. "I love you! I would never hurt you!" 

But she started acting weird. She banged her fist to the metal table, over and over. It sounded like someone knocking on wood.

I woke up, started. Chyler was knocking on the door to my hospital wood, I sat up with a jolt and looked around the room. I sighed, "Just a nightmare." I wiped the sweat off my face and look over to Chyler. 

"You okay there, Chris?" She asked.

"Yeah, just-just a bad dream."

"Ok. Mel's out of surgery. She'll be waking up soon." 

I nodded and quickly sat up out of my hospital bed, grabbing my crutch and followed her to Mel's room.

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Author's Note

Heyyy, so I really feel like this story is going downhill, but please leave some suggestions because I'm getting writer's block. Sorry that this chapter was lowkey rlly bad but THANK YOU FOR 3.3K READS. I honestly never thought this story would get like 10 reads so this is nice.