I Can't Fight This Feeling - Jeffrey Dean Morgan Fanfic 18+

Chapter 39 ~ Fear

Chapter 39 ~ Fear.

At The Hospital:

Jeffrey Dean Morgan...

A journey that should have taken me 20 minutes, took me 10 minutes. I will assume that I am going to get a few speeding tickets; however, right now it was not my priority. My girl....my Emily is the priority, my only priority. My heart is hammering so hard against my bone prison; it wanted to break free.

I can't lose her. Not when it had taken me so long to find her ~ to realise my feelings for her. Why had I waited so fucking long? It still baffled me, when she told me that she had always had a crush on me; I had, honestly, never even noticed it. That is how blind I was. Stupid isn't it?

Skidding to a stop at the ER reception desk, and of course the woman on the desk was taking a call. I, so, desperately want to rip that phone from the wall. I have never been one of those famous people who demand attention because I am famous. However, I am currently barreling head first into becoming that guy.

Rolling on the balls of my feet; fighting every single instinct in myself to demand this woman to help me; in fact, my mouth had begun to shape around the word, a woman slipped into the desk, "how can I help you sir?" she asked me.

"Can you please tell me where Emily Sanders is?"

The woman typed on the keyboard so fast that even, the Flash would be impressed, as she read the screen, her facial expression changed to that of pity.

Oh no, I am too late! My girl; the love of my life, is dead! I want to rip heads off, I want to kill whoever had done this, I want to roar out of me; in anger, in denial, in grief. But what would that do? What would I accomplish by doing that? I am never going to see her again. Nausea rose towards my mouth ~ she's gone and I didn't get to see her....to tell her that I love her and I always will.

"....sir, did you hear me?"

"Sorry, no!" did they need me to identify the body?

"The doctors are working on your friend now, but I believe that your daughter is waiting for you in the family room, which is the last door on the left," she pointed me in the right direction.

"Thank you," I took off down the corridor in a sprint, "Paige?"

"Daddy," my daughter appeared in the door way ~ her clothes were covered in, what I assumed to be Emily's blood, tears masked her face as it erased the layer of make up that she had on. I couldn't stop the horror I felt; at the sight of her covered in my girlfriends blood, showing on my own face.

"Come here," pulling her into my arms, she caved against me as she gave into a fresh round of crying.

"There was so much blood, daddy, I am so sorry....please don't hate me!"

"Hey," pushing her away and brushing the blood stained hair from her face, "there is nothing that you could ever do that would make me hate you, ok?"

"But I..."

"No there is no but ~ you are my daughter, and I know that you did everything that you could, Emily is your best friend..."

"She was bleeding from the eyes and ears daddy ~ I couldn't find her pulse and the blood just kept coming and I tried to..." she was becoming hysterical, so I ushered into the family room and closed the door.

My daughter was literally covered in my girlfriends blood ~ and the sheer amount of the blood, scared the hell out of me. Losing that much blood ~ that isn't a good sign and my panic and fear doubled ten~fold. In fact, I am finding it very difficult to swallow. My stomach was twisting in to painful knots and my breath was coming faster and much more shallow.