{Colby's POV}
6 hours. 6 god damn hours I've been sat in this room, twiddling my thumbs, waiting. The procedure was only meant to take 4. I asked every doctor I saw, if he was ok, where he was. But nobody told me anything. I couldn't help worrying though. Becoming concerned that maybe, just maybe, something had gone wrong. Maybe his body rejected the new heart. What if there was a bleed. He could bleed out. He could die. I sat in the uncomfortable chair, drowning in my own thoughts. Unable to think about anything else other than the blonde boy I loved more than anything else in this world. After another agonisingly slow 30 minutes, Sams surgeon entered the room. I sat bolt upright, my stomach twisting and turning at the thought of what bad news could come out of his mouth. "Sam's stable. The surgery went well, minus a few complications but it was nothing we couldn't handle," he explained. I let out a sigh of relief, covering my face with my hands as I let out shaky breaths at the realisation Sam was fine. I listened to the surgeon as he told me Sam was sedated and would be for around 6 hours. They would move him out of ITU and into his little room again after a couple of days if everything was running smoothly. I knew well enough that Sam was going to be so vulnerable to any infection. I followed the surgeon down the endless hallways, and into a room, that filled my ears with the steady beeping of a heart monitor the second I stepped inside. I looked up, and saw him. Sam. My Sam. Laying completely still, a tube coming out his mouth. "He's intubated. The ventilator is helping him to breathe," the surgeon explained calmly, obviously latching on to the concern radiating of me. He patted my shoulder and turned around to speak to other doctors. Cautiously, I shuffled over to the chair next to Sam's bed and sat down in it. I looked up at him. I could barely stand to see him like this, every inch of me wanted to stand up and run away, but I knew he was going to want me here when he woke up. He was hooked up to all sorts of machines, covered in needles poking into every vein they could find, by the looks of things. I could see the white patch under his little hospital gown where his scar was. I sighed, reaching out and taking Sams pale, cold hand in both of mine. I looked up to notice everyone had left the room, except one nurse who didn't seem to be paying much attention. "You're ok Sammy. You made it, you're here with me," I spoke into the air, knowing damn well he couldn't hear me but part of me was hoping he was listening. I laid my head on the bed next to Sams hand and closed my eyes. I was exhausted, and the bags under my eyes proved it. I slowly breathed out, one hand finding Sams as sleep consumed me.
6 hours later:
They'd taken out the breathing tubes, making Sam look a little more like himself. He was still sleeping though, looking adorable as he did so. I sat on the side of the bed, my hand holding his, and watched over the peaceful blonde boy. They had tried getting me to leave once visiting hours were over, but the kind soul which was Sam's surgeon allowed me to stay. He'd seen the state Sam was in before, he knew he needed me here when he woke up. I'd gotten a few hours sleep, and was feeling a bit more refreshed. A nurse came in to give Sam more fluids and take bloods, so I moved to the chair and quickly messaged everyone, updating them on Sam. Once the nurse was gone, I laid my hand back on top of Sams. I used my other hand to look through social media, smiling at all the kind tweets from fans, wishing Sam a speedy recovery. Suddenly, Sams fingers started to move, squeezing my hand gently. "Sam?" I spoke, putting my phone down, looking up at Sam as his baby blue eyes fluttered open. He squinted at the sudden light, his eyes soon adjusting and looking around the room and finally falling on me. "Hey," i smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Hi," he breathed out, wincing when he tried to move, his free hand coming up yo rest on his chest, the source of his discomfort. "Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy,"
I instructed, smiling at him comfortingly. "It hurts," he complained, squeezing my hand, with what little strength he seemed to have. "I know, I know. Try and get some more rest," I suggested, even though it seemed silly to suggest more sleep, when he'd been out like a light for so long. "Can.. can you lay with me?" Sam asked, a certain longing in his tired eyes. "Sam, I'm right here you don't need me to - "
"Please," Sam interrupted. I smiled, secretly pleased I was going to get to be so close to my best friend. Gently, I got onto the bed next to Sam, laying down next to him as he turned on his side to face me, wincing as he did so. "The surgery went really well Sammy, the heart was fine and it -"
I was cut of again by Sam snuggling into my chest, his limbs wrapping around me, a whimper of pain escaping his lips when he moved too quickly. I couldn't help but grin, wrapping my own arms around him, being careful to avoid all the needles and wires attached to him. "I love you..." he muttered, the words seemed to reach out and tug my lips into a smile. "Right back at you buddy," I whispered, a hand coming up to rub soothing circles on his scalp, my hand tangling in his blonde curls. The touch sent the peaceful blonde back to sleep, me following soon after.
So it's finally up. Sorry for the wait, I just haven't had the motivation to write lately but here's part 3/3 ;) xxx
For everyone going back to school or who's already gone back to school good luck!! Thank god I won't be going back till September :)
Anyways have a good morning, day or evening 😂 xx
