Wishing for something more // Book two

Chapter 24

Dylan's p.o.v

It's been a week after the school shooting, many people haven't been going to school; i happen to be one of those people.

I don't play soccer anymore, i mean i can't anyways. " you can be discharged from the hospital later tonight, Dylan," the nurse smiled after wrapping a new bandage around my wound. "thank you," I give her a small smile before she walks away. I lay on the hospital bed holding the side of my rib.

I sighed as the rain hit the window pane, nobody knows i'm here except my mom. I could give Marceline a call but she's probably busy. The rain was faint and it was dark out, it's been raining alot lately and i'm not sure what's that supposed to mean but it's been pretty calm. 

I didn't get shot from the shooting, no if i got shot i wouldn't be alive. I actually just broke a rib and cut my leg so deeply i had to get stitches from trying to save people who were out in the open when it happened.

I could still feel the stinging pain on my leg, when a broken chair scrapped my leg and me screaming in pain. I don't think anyone died that day, some people were injured like me; but thank god nobody died. 

    I slowly get up to go to the bathroom, reaching for my cruches that were a bit far; i fall on the floor and hit my head. "Dylan i brought Chinese food- Oh my god dylann!" my mother put down the food and calls for the nurse, " Nurse!! NURSE!!" My mother screamed. The nurses bolts in the room and takes me to the emergency room.

"Is he going to be okay!" My mom followed the doctors as they took my to the emergency room. "let's just hope it's a small concussion." She says and my mom worries. "oh God, please let him be safe!" she murmers under her breath.

After 30 minute exam on me, the nurse comes out. " Mrs. Miller, He just fell and fell uncounscious, he has a small concusion and we will have to monitor him for the night, i'm sorry but he can't be discharged tonight, i hope you understand." She says, "oh thank god it wasn't anything too serious." She felt relieved and sat down on the chair, " nurse, when can i see him?" she asked. " yes we took him back to his room, but he's still unconcious." She says and walks away with the report.

She walks back to my room and sees me in the hopsital bed sleeping. She closes the door and grabs a seat to sit next to me, She holds my hand and cries silently. "honey, i'm sorry i haven't been here for you at times, when i couldn't go to your soccer games because of work, i'm sorry i haven't been a good mother. Please forgive me." She holds my hand tighter and gently caresses my face; She kisses my forehead and then waits for me to wake up. 

It was midnight, and i finally woke up. "...mom," i mumble. She was asleep right beside me. I rub the back of my head and groan in pain. "mom," i say again sitting up. She was sleeping soundly and i didn't want to wake her up, so instead i grabbed my cruches carefully and hopped over to her to fix her up, I grabbed the hospital blanket and put it on her so that she wouldn't freeze.

I hop over to the bathroom and open the door. I look at myself in the mirror and wash my face. So much for going to nationals next month. I looked at my phone and my call long was empty, i miss her. I miss Marceline in every way possible.

I scrolled through my old pictures and i kept them, i didn't delete them. I miss everything about her. I went to my messages and decided to text her. What if she doesn't answer? What if she's moved on?

Dylan: hey, you got a minute?

I turned flipped my phone as i got scared to see what she would say, she'sprobably leave my on read.

My phone began ringing and it was her. " oh, crap!" my voice cracked and i cleared my throat. I answered, "hello?" 

"hey look i know it's late, but are you okay i heard what happened at the school and i called everyone to make sure they are alright and i know..." i smiled at sound of her rambling like she always would when she was nervous, it was cute. "Marceline, slow down! i'm okay," i warmly say.