THE DRΔW - Bastille Dan Fanfic (Sequel)

Chapter 87 - Yes You Are.

“I went back to the car…saw the flares and knew you’d get to a hospital. Where’s Gwen?” He looked concerned. The nurse exiting the room.

“She’s fine, just resting at the moment. They had to operate on her and… I genuinely thought she was gonna die. Bit of a scare.” Florence tried to smile but it fell back into a frown.

“How’s your leg?” He examined her body language. Florence sighed, “It’s alright I guess.” She dismissed it and looked away. Nick placed his hands on her shoulders. He gazed at her consolingly. He nodded, “I know.” He said simply and she collapsed into his arms crying. It took a while for her to compose herself. Nick had just stood there stroking her hair.

“I’m…” She started. Nick hushed her, “Don’t say you’re sorry. It’s normal for someone to cry in these situations. We’ll get him back Florrie. No-one will ever come after you again, I promise.” He kissed her forehead. Florence smiled at him.

They hadn’t realized that Kyle and Woody were peeking through the door way. Nick rested his forehead against Florence’s. “I will love you and protect you forever.” He whispered softly. Florence let him hold her.

Kyle cleared his throat making Florence and Nick pull away from eachother quickly. “Where’s Dan?” Woody enquired. Florence left the room leaving Woody with Nick. Kyle followed her into the corridor.

“What was that?” Kyle stopped her.

“It was nothing.”

“Nothing? Florence, his arms were around you and you weren’t pulling away.” He shook his head in disappointment. Her eyebrows met and her frustration was seen in her eyes. “I can’t believe you! You know I would never leave Daniel. Nick is a close friend; get that into your stupid head!” Her head started hurting from the stress so she hobbled quickly down the corridor and towards the entrance of the hospital. She needed air.

Nick walked over to Kyle. “She’s just been part of a car crash; her husband has been tortured and is still not here. She has been through so much so if you frustrate her again I will hurt you.” He smacked him playfully over the head.

“I’m an idiot.” Kyle muttered.

“Yes, yes you are.” Nick agreed with him patting him on the back.

“I’m a dead man.”

“Yes you are.”

“I’ll go speak to her.” Kyle stroked his beard and smirked at Nick. Nick chortled striding into the waiting room.