Trainwreck |✔️

CHAPTER 22

A/N: Impossible works perfectly for Dec's POV in this ☺️💜

Hope this is okay 😬

Ants PoV

Pain. That's all I could feel. Every muscle in my body ached and it felt like I was repeatedly being stabbed in the side. It was a chore to breathe and my head was spinning. Tiredly, I blinked away the sleep from my eyes and tried to focus on where I was. My mind was slow and thick from the drugs they had pumped in me.

The lights were as blinding as the pristine white sterile walls. A hospital. My first thought was; Why am I in hospital? I looked around and realised I was alone. I tried to shout for help but I found myself coughing around an obstruction in my throat. I had a tube shoved down my throat. It hurt and was so uncomfortable.

I hate to admit it but I was terrified. My mind went into panic and my hands went to try and remove the tube, even though the rational part of my brain knew I shouldn't touch it. I didn't want to be there. I want to be with Dec. I needed Dec.

As I reached my hands came to a halt and through my panic there was pain in my wrist. I started to fight against cuffs. I kicked and struggled. An alarm set off and people rush into the room and held my body down. I only ended up fighting more when a guy wearing a mask came at me with a needle.

My last thought was of Dec. I knew I didn't have a right to ask that of him... but I wished he was there with me.

Dec's POV

"Excuse me? Are you Anthony McPartlin's Guardian?"

"Aye, is he alright?" I registered the voices talking above me as I woke up a bit more from my restless and uncomfortable sleep.

"He just woke for the first time since his surgery, vitals are looking low but that is to be expected. There were some complications though."

"What sort of complications?" I asked, fearing the worst, my voice still rough from sleep.

"When he woke, Anthony was disoriented and confused, he reacted badly to the respiration tube and the hand cuffs so we had to give him a strong sedative to stop him causing himself or anyone else anymore damage. Unless you would like to see him, it's late and I would recommend going home and getting some rest."

"Do you want to see him before we go Declan?" I looked past the doctor towards were Ant would be sleeping. I wanted to see him, but If I saw him now it would all become real. I also knew if I saw him weak and vulnerable I'd cave and forgive him. I couldn't do that. I couldn't let myself get hurt again.

"No. I'll see him once he's woken up." Dad looked at me in surprise, probably because last time I would have stopped at nothing to see him, things can change though... things can really change. With a hint of sadness he turned back to the doctor.

"Thankyou for your help doctor."

"Just doing my job, here's my number if you have any questions about his health or how the court handles these types of situations Just let me know." I felt tears prickle the edge of my eyes. It was a hard thought to process: Ant is going to prison, he's no longer a minor and will actually face jail time for his crimes. My boyfriend isn't just a bad boy... he's a criminal.

I'd like to say going back home was easy and I got some peaceful rest. But it wasn't. Every turned reminded me of him, and I couldn't help remember all the happy times we had... and then doubt if any of it was real. I could feel my Mam and Dad's sad eyes on me as I defeatedly slugged my way up the stairs towards my bedroom.