DWTS Imagines

Imagine #4 Derek // Part 2

It's been about 2 years since Derek shattered your heart through one of your favorite dances. It is now season 19 of Dancing With the Stars. You anticipate the arrival of your partner. You hope that he is either a really good dancer or a star with a large fan base. You heard rumors that Tommy Chong would be on the show. Secretly, you hoped that he would not be your partner. As much as you loved him, you didn't know if you could teach him to dance. "Knock Knock" You squealed in excitement. In walked Alfonso Ribeiro. "Hey! I'm (y/n)!"
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It's the first show. You always get slight nerves before the show. Alfonso came over to where you were standing and put his arm around your shoulders. "We got this, kiddo." You thought that it was funny that he called you kiddo because he was not that much older than you. Alfonso was a great dancer and you really thought you had a chance. You heard that Derek had a big YouTube star, but you forget who it was. You thought that Mark was paired with a Robertson, but you didn't know which one. Peta got Tommy Chong and Val got a PLL actress. You did miss Derek but you just can't bring yourself to forgive him. You've regretted letting him walk out of that studio since the moment it happened. But he wasn't coming back through that door anytime soon. When you saw him you both smiled and nodded curtly, as always. You try not to make it awkward for the sake your friends but on the inside you are dying. You turn to walk away when you hear "You look amazing." You whip your head around in shock. You quickly took a glance at your gold bedazzled costume and played with the fringe lining the bottom. "This is my partner Bethany. Bethany this is (y/n)." "Hi" You said, giving Bethany a hug. "Good luck!" You turned away again and you could feel Derek's crystal blue eyes like fire on your bare skin. "So is that THE (y/n)?" you heard Bethany whisper to Derek. What did he say about me? Was it good? Bad? Nothing at all? You didn't know what hurt more the fact that he might have said something bad about you or that he might have said something good. You did your dance and got all 9s.
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As you were walking to your car after the quarter finals show, you heard a door slam quickly and feet pounding the pavement. "(y/n)!" You recognized the voice. You opened the car door quickly.Derek grabbed the door. His hand touched your arm. His skin felt like hot needles being slowly pushed into your skin, but yet didn't want him to move it. "I have to go." you told him, trying not to cry. "Please." he plead. "Why now Derek? Why not try and work it out when this all started. My life has been a hell since the very moment you kissed Maria. And that's your fault. I'm leaving." "Please. I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I should have fought for you. I thought you wanted me gone so I left. Please." You slammed the car door in his face and sped away. The tears were involuntary. You did not even notice them until your mascara hit the steering wheel. They wouldn't stop and you had no control over them. Why now? Did you want him back? Yes and no.
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An hour later you got the call. "Hello is this (y/n)?"
"Yes."
"This is the LAPD."
"Is everything okay?"
"Well ma'am, we just recovered a car off the interstate. The car belonged to Derek Hough. Are you aware that you are his emergency contact." Your heart sank and so did you. You fell to the floor and sobbed.
"Is he okay? Is Derek okay?" The officer did not answer.
"He's in critical condition ma'am. The car was toppled by a speeding car and knocked into a canal. He has a 26% chance of survival. We don't expect much. I'm so sorry." You hung up the phone. You couldn't help but feel like it was your fault. If you had given him the time of day this wouldn't have happened. You fumbled with the keys and put them in the ignition. You got Julianne on the phone.
"Jules?!?"
"Oh (y/n)! How could this happen?" Julianne sobbed.
"I don't know Jules. I'm on my way to the hospital right now."
"I'll see you there."
You sped all the way to the hospital. You parked cockeyed in the rush. You ran out of the car, not even caring to lock it. You burst through the doors. You saw Julianne at the nurse's desk. You ran to her and you cried into each other's necks. The nurse led you into the ICU. The sight was almost too much for you, but you had to hold Julianne up. The two of you cried and cried. Mark ran into the room about two minutes later. He took the two of you in his arms and attempted to comfort you. He was trying to be strong for us, but we knew it was hard for him too. You refused to look at Derek's mangled body hooked up to machines, tubes inserted everywhere, monitors beeping at so much of an off breath. Jules and you each took a hand and sat by his side. "I'm sorry." you whispered almost inaudibly in his ear. Mark sat in a chair at the edge of the bed. It was a long night. Nobody slept. Nobody moved. Nurses came in and out constantly. A doctor came in and announced that he was going to take Derek into surgery. They rolled his bed out and left us in an empty room with heavy hearts. Friends called throughout the night. When social media caught wind of the accident, it blew up. People wanted to start a manhunt for whoever hit Derek's car. Jules, Mark, and you decided to post something on social media about Derek's condition. You knew now how you really felt about Derek. If he lived you would tell him. It's hard to say the word if when it comes to someone's life. Especially someone you love. Derek got out of surgery about noon. By 1:00 he had woken up from anesthesia. By 2:00 he was out of recovery. He was still hooked up to all of these machines. The doctor told us he had a higher chance of living now. About 40%. That was better news, but still not good. "I don't know if you can hear me. Or if you even care, but I just wanted you to know that--" A loud beeping nose cut you off. Doctors ran into the room. The started checking all the machines and Derek and all of his tubes and attachments. No one even breathed. "False alarm. The machinery malfunctioned." The doctor reassured us. I went back to Derek's side. "As I was saying. I love you and I'm sorry. If you pull through, I promise I will make this work. I promise." You whispered. Bethany came later that day. Mark serenaded him and played him his favorite songs on guitar.
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Three days later, Derek's stats had improved. He had a 55% chance of survival. He was able to breathe on his own now. We hoped he would wake up soon. At about 3:00am We felt Derek's hand twitch. We screamed for a nurse. She waited patiently for a moment. She saw the hand twitch. Then a foot. Then the other foot. He was waking up. Slowly, but surely. By 4:00am his eyelids began twitching. This was it. We would see those blue eyes again. Then they opened. "(y/n)!"