Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~Chapter Fourty-Nine : Go Again ~

"Oh my goodness!" Chase's Mom awed, "Look at that little white butt!" We all giggled. "Mom!" Chase panicked, "Don't show her those!!" Chase snatched away the photo album and tucked it back into the shelf. He rubbed his face and chuckled quietly, "Why did you do that?" "You were a cute kid!" She smiled brightly. Chase's face burned red as he sat next to me, his palms holding his head. "I leaned against him and tightly held his hand. Tonight, the boys were going out for a small party since it was Dallas' birthday. They were just going to go to some food joint and probably drink there cares away. I was going to stay at our house. Probably watch TV or sleep. "Chase lets go." Dallas groaned, "All the hot chicks will be gone by the time your done smooching up to your wife." Chase rolled his eyes and gave me a sweet and gentle kiss, "I'll be home by 11. I love you." I smiled back, "I love you too."
     Thunder sounded from outside, causing me to wake from my sleeping state. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my phone, '12:05am'. I looked at my bedside, empty. No Chase. Confusion was laced into my face. Maybe he's downstairs. I rubbed my face while I walked down the steps into the living room, still no Chase. I pulled out my phone and called him. No answer. I then called Dallas. "Hello?" He groaned. "Hey, Dallas, is Chase with you?" "He left like...an hour ago-" "He's still not home." I slightly panicked, "I gotta go." The next person I called was Max. I didn't have a car at the moment, but she did. She would help me. "(Y/N)?" She yawned, "It's almost one in the morning." "Chase is gone. I don't know where he is!" I cried. I heard her lean up in her bed and rub her eyes, "Okay, okay, I'm coming over, and I'll help you look for him, okay?" I heard Chloe complain about her leaving her bedside, but Max told her the situation, and let her go.
      When Max got to the house, I gave her some coffee and then rushed her back to the car. We looked for hours. Up and down roads, into bars and opened food joints, nothing. We were loosing hope.
     "Wait, wait." I pressed onto Max's forearm, making her ease into the break, "That's Chase's car..." Max looked over to where lights glared from the polices and ambulances. I quickly jumped out of the car and sprinted past the medics, police and firefighters that were cleaning up the scene. And I spotted him. "No!" I screamed. Officers turned their attention to me as I tried to get to him. "Ma'am, you can't be here-" "That's my husband!" I cried loudly, "Please. He's my husband." I didn't care what their response was. I shoved past them and fell to Chase's side, holding his hand tightly. His chest rose and fell softly, his face held in a pained expression, his eyes closed shut. "Chase." I choked, "Baby, can you hear me?" Chase slowly opened his baby blues and smiled at me. I sighed happily and brushed the glass out of his brown hair, "Hey. Keep your eyes on me, okay? Let me see your beautiful blue eyes, sweetheart." "W-What happened?" He choked, "Why do I feel so numb?" "You were in a wreck, baby. But you're okay! You're going to be okay." I simply smiled at him, "Just stay awake." I examined his body. His chest was slashed open,  blood and glass coming from the wound. His arms were cut and scratched, the right arm was misshaped and bruised. Broken. Chase let out a dry cough, "Love...I can't breathe. I-I can't-" "Don't talk." I whimpered, "The medics are trying to help. Just stay still, okay?" He grunted and slightly lifted his head, "I l-love you s-s-so much, okay?" He chokes painfully. Blood began to creep from the corner of his mouth. "I married the most beautiful woman in the world." I gently caressed his face and wiped away his tears, "Stop talking like you're dying, you're okay-" "Ma'am, we need to take him to the hospital, he's in critical condition." A medic demanded in a gruff tone, "You can ride in the back with us."
     I sat by Chase's bedside as he slept. Bandages were wrapped around his pale chest, along with stitches in his arms and legs. The broken arm was wrapped in a red cast, he was happy about that. Everything is okay.  Chase had a minor concussion with some broken and bruised ribs. But other than that, he's okay. And alive. A quiet knock came from the door. "Dr Shepherd..." I smiled softly, "What's the Head of Neuro- Surgery doing in my husband's medical room?" Dr Shepherd - or Derek, as I've come to learn - smiled back and placed some CT Scans over the examination screen, "Mrs. Brody, do see that dark spot over the Cerebral Cortex?" I frowned and nodded slowly. Derek removed the scans and placed them into a yellow folder, then sitting next to me, "It's a  Cerebral Hemorrhage. Or a brain bleeding. It's minor, and it's an easy fix, but it needs to be done as soon as possible." I nodded vigorously and demanded that he'd get it right away, and soon they started prepping him.
     I waited in the waiting room during the operation. It's only a minor operation, I reminded myself,  it's going to be fine. I watched as people came and left. Some crying, others clutching newborns, or their older children. I just wanted to leave with Chase. One of the doctors- by the name of George O'Malley- bought me a sandwich and a simple coffee. He sat with me and told me stories about his childhood, or operations he's done. Dr. O'Malley was a charming and handsome young man, in which settled my nerves a bit. "I once got married in Las Vegas." He laughed, "I had recently lost my father so...I was a little shaken up."  "Married in Vegas?" I playfully scoffed, "Sounds like drunk love." I suddenly noticed Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Lexie Grey walk towards George and I. We both stood. Their faces were empty. I looked between the two doctors. "How did it go? Is he okay?" Dr. Grey looked at Derek, then to me, "There were some complications during the procedure, Chase's brain began to hemorrhage -or swell. His heart then began to fail...and he..." "No." I choked, "No, no, no. He's not dead!" George rest a hand on my forearm, "Mrs. Brody, I'm sorry-" "You said it was minor! Like it was easy! You killed him!" I screamed and pounded onto Dr. Shepherd's chest, "You killed him!" "Derek didn't do anything." Lexie rebutted, "He wasn't healthy enough, his body was trying to recover as fast as possible, but it ended up fatal." My hands began to shake as I covered my moth to silent my wails of pain. "He had liver failure, along with multiple areas of his heart dying off. In which I've never seen anything." Dr. Shepherd added gently. "It was like it was breaking..."  Dr. Grey pondered aloud. I stared at my wedding ring, the band taunting me as it glitter off the hospital lights. He's not dead. They're lying. He's alive. He's okay. "Let me see him..." I mumbled quietly, "Please..."
     No. This isn't happening. It's not real. He laid, pale, silent. His chest wouldn't rise. His heart would never pound again. His hands would never hold mine. He's dead. Chase is dead, on this bed, still in his gown. A shaky hand of mine ran through a tuff of his brown hair. "Chase..." I whimpered. I collapsed at his bedside and grasped onto his freezing hand. "Why did you go? You left me..." I cried softly. I wanted to scream. Scream until I couldn't anymore. I choked onto my own tears as I brushed his lifeless face, "I can't live without you, C-Chase..." Resting a hand onto his chest, I shuttered. I thought I felt it. I thought I felt his broken heart beating. Only for a moment.