I Will Find You

It's Not Supposed To End Like This

The next night
Robbie's POV
"Is this normal? She still hasn't woken up! Will she? She has to right?" I ask Doctor Schwartz. I'm panicking. She's flatlined twice and just won't wake up.

"Yes, this is common. I know it's hard, but it may take some time for her to wake up. She had a lot of medicine in her system. I was actually just about to talk to you about this. The pills that (y/n) took spread and got to her heart. That is the reason she keeps flatlining. Her heart is weak. But, we have her hooked up to stabilizers. We're doing everything we can." Dr. Schwartz tells me.

"What is the survival rate for a situation like this?" I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer. "98 percent. I strongly believe she will wake up. Of course there is that 2 percent, but she is in better shape than those patients." He responds.

I sigh and nod, turning my gaze back to (y/n). So still, blank face, almost...lifeless.

I pull out my phone as Dr. Schwartz exits the room.

Hello?

Andre, I just talked to the doctor. He said (y/n) has a 98 percent chance of waking up. It's just that her heart is really weak so that's why she keeps flatlining and why she's hooked up to all those machines.

Well 98 percent is really good odds!

I know. Dr. Schwartz thinks she'll wake up.

I think so too man. It's not supposed to end like this.

Well even if it doesn't, she broke up with me, Andre.

Robbie come on. She was just scared. That girl loves you more than anything. Give her a chance to wake up and get better, then give her that dang ring back that you haven't let go of since she gave it back to you.

Yeah, you're right.

True chiz...do you need anything? Need me to bring you anything?

No it's okay. Thanks though.

Robbie, you've been in that hospital room since 2:00 yesterday afternoon.

Yeah.

Well it's 9:00 at night.

Yeah.

Robbie go home. I will stay with (y/n) tonight. You need a break. Eat some real food, take a shower, get some fresh air.

Andre, I cant leave her.

Robbie. She may be the one in the hospital, but this isn't healthy for you.

I guess you're right.

I know I'm right. Go home, get some sleep, and meet me back at the hospital in the morning.

Okay.

Alright I'll be there in 10. See you soon.

Bye.

I look at (y/n). God, I don't want to leave her. What if something happens while I'm gone? But Andre is right. I need to recharge.

Once Andre gets here, I give him a hug, kiss (y/n) on the forehead, then head out to my car. Driving home, I think of all the possibilities. (Y/n) could not wake up. She could just...die. She could wake up and still not want to be with me. Jim could find her. She could try this again. But of course, there's the one possibility that I'm really praying to happen. And that would be for (y/n) to wake up, to marry me, and for us to move away from here. Away from Jim. Away from the fear. Away from the pain.

I pull into the driveway and enter the house, immediately heading towards the shower. 30 minutes later, I'm falling asleep on the bed.