Unlucky // COMPLETE // Corbyn Besson

My hero part 2

Previously:
We turned to stare into each other's eyes.We slowly leaned in, but before our lips could create contact...

There was a loud sound of metal scraping, I felt his face in front of mine as he whispers,
Corbyn:I love you.
So many things just happened, I don't know how to comprehend it all. Ambulances beeping, honks, the chatter of people. What struck through my heart the most, was Corbyn. blood all over his head as he drops next to me.
A tear rolls down my cheek as I yell his name. Every word wanted me to cry harder. 2 officers dragged me away as I slowly let go of his head.
It feels like half my heart has been ripped open as I see my only friend, my comfort, my hero as he disappears from view.
I follow the officers to the hospital as I tell them what happened between sobs.
I'm sitting outside the emergency room, waiting, hoping for Corbyn to finally come out.
This gave me flashbacks of the day in the carnival, except this time... I'm not so certain he will come back again.
I call mum and tell her what happened with fear and agony in my voice, once the call ends Zach try's to Skype me. I wiped away my tears which didn't help much but I answered, Zach's face appears on the screen.
Zach:Hey, I wanted to talk to y- are you ok? You look like you've been crying?
Y/n:Oh Yeah, I'm fine.
Zach:I can tell when you're lying, you can tell me anything ya know.
Y/n:Yeah.
I take a deep breath.
Y/n:Corbyn...had an accident...
Zach:What happened?
Y/n:He wasn't looking where he was driving and he crashed into a tree... he's really badly hurt because he covered me so I wouldn't get hurt.
I started tearing up.
Zach:I wish I was there to give you a hug.
Y/n:I wish you where here to.
We talk for a while Zach made me feel better but I'm still holding myself together so I don't breakdown in front of him.
Finally I had to go, we said our goodbyes and I hit 'end call'
I don't think I can go back home now, I have no one to comfort me so that I don't have nightmares. Im helpless.
I roll myself into a ball, my head in my knees.
Crying myself to sleep. Drowning out the noises from the emergency room. At least I have his hoodie, but it's still not a real hug.
I wake up to the sound of a woman shaking me saying,
Nurse:Ma'am, ma'am, are you awake?
Y/n:Y-Yeah.
Nurse:We've got news on the patient, Mr Besson.
My eyes snap open I urge her to tell me more.
Nurse:The injury was quite severe but his back has been damaged the most.
My eyebrows furrow with worry as the nurse continues.
Nurse:He is recovering and needs to rest. Just a heads up, he might not wake up for....a while. But you can go see him now.
I nod with both relief and worry as I walk into the room with Corbyn in it.
As soon as I step in I see him with his eyes closed, his head against a pillow and a tube stuck in his right hand.
I go to sit beside him. I take his hand and hold it tight.I press my forehead gently against his and whisper,
Y/n:I love you too.
My eyes start to water but I blink an ocean away when the Doctor comes in.
Doctor:Sorry to interrupt but I need to fill you in as his...
Y/n:Umm...girlfriend, yeah...girlfriend.
Doctor:Ok, thank you. Can u please sign this.
I take the pen, my hand was so shaky that I could barely draw a line...never mind a circle...I I smile a sad smile to myself remembering that moment when he touched my hand to trace Jupiter. Me and Corbyn. We worked. Totally different yet the same.
When the doctor walked out I went to sit down and called into school as 'ill' and couldn't come in.
All day I sat by Corbyn, holding his hand waiting for him to say something, for his beautiful eyes to open, but all I saw were his pale eyelids.
I run my fingers through his golden hair and whisper,
Y/n:I'll wait for you Corbs, I'll wait.
After a few days the nurses inform me that he's doing much better and he should be woken up soon.
I've been going to school but straight after, I go to the hospital to spend my day with him.
I've barely eaten anything and the things i do eat are small. Whenever Mum comes to visit she would bring food but I would eat the tiniest amount.
I was to stressed with Corbyn being unconscious to get any sleep either.
Everyday was the same.
I still wear his hoodie, to remind me of him, that he's still here.
It's now 12.00 am. I'm still in the hospital, I'm still awake. I talk to him everyday hoping to get a reply.
Y/n:I miss you Corbyn, I really do.

Keep a watch out for chapter 4.
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