dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Thirty-Two: Waiting......

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Chapter Thirty-Two: Waiting......

I hurried behind the paramedics as they pushed Isabel through the big doors. She had managed to gain a sort of consciousness while we drove to the hospital. I held her hand to keep her calm, considering she had no idea what was happening. The look in her eye told me it slowly clicked in her mind. I think that was one of the only times I had seen her cry. She shook her head at me, as if she was saying a silent apology. I just squeezed her hand, but didn't say anything. Now as she looked hopelessly up at the ceiling, the lights dancing across her midnight eyes. She looked scared. As I went to follow them into the ward, somebody grabbed my shoulder.

"I'm sorry miss, you can't go in there." I turned to see a man giving me a serious look. I opened my mouth to protest before he stopped me.

"You'll need to wait here. Don't worry, she'll be moved into a visitor ward a little later, but right now only family is allowed. " I was going to complain before I sighed loudly and nodded at him. I watched as they wheeled Isabel away from me as I slowly walked to a chair. I sunk into it, hanging my head into my hands. My hair tickled my knees as I stared at the ground. I should have helped her. I shouldn't have let her go on stage, I knew something was wrong. God, if I wasn't so dumb she wouldn't be in hospital. As I hung my head, a pair of hands were placed softly on my knees, I lifted my head slightly, peeping through my hair to see two big brown eyes staring up at me. Vic reached up a hand, pushing my hair away from my face. I sighed, giving him a defeated look. He gave me a tiny smile, before lifting himself up a little, pulling me to his chest. I buried my face into his warm shoulder, his arms wrapped firmly across my back. He rested his cheek on the side of my head, as I nuzzled my face deeper into his neck. I closed my eyes and imagined us not in a hospital, cuddled up on his bed. When Isabel wasn't sick, and the only thing I had to focus on was Vic's arms around me.

"She'll be ok." I opened my eyes, staring into the darkness that was Vic's shoulder provided. I wanted to believe his words, but I couldn't. Like yeah, physically she will be, but this I going to take a huge blow to her self esteem. She won't wanna see anybody who witnessed her episode. I just nodded my head against his shoulder, not brave enough to open my mouth, knowing he will sense my lie straight away. He pulled back, taking a seat next to me, as I still rested my head on his shoulder. I saw Isabel's mom and dad walk in, her little brother Lincoln clutching Teresa's hand. First she came over hugging me and fucking thanking me. Why is she thanking me? I should have known better. I was smothered in both hers and Glens hugs. I gave Vic a small introduction before they scurried off to their daughter as my heart plummeted. I already had a feeling nothing good is going to come from any I this. Vic's hand softly ran up my bare arm, that was covered in goosebumps as I realised how cold I was. I felt Vic shrug of his jacket he had on. He placed it across my shoulders.

"Put your arms through the holes silly." He teased, helping me slide it on properly, making a small smile come on my face. His scent practically engulfed me as I curled the jacket tight around me. I shivered once as my body slowly warms up. Vic placed his arm back around me, his face pressed to my hair.

"You are probably the most beautiful dancer I've ever seen." He murmured as I took in a deep breath, closing my eyes and leaning against him.

"Thank you."

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I blew out a breath as I stood outside the door. Vic asked if I needed him, but I denied, knowing he needed the practice time with his boys. I also needed to just see her by myself. Isabel is a very over dramatic person. I can tell you, somebody watching won't think this is bad. She fainted because she needed to eat, she's probably one of many. But to Isabel, this is legitimately dooms day. I needed to be the one to comfort her I guess. Be the good best friend I am I guess. But I had a bad feeling. She'll probably be hysterical because her parents warned her if she had this episode again, they'd have to take desperate measures. So, she'll probably be pissed that I called her parents. I'm hoping a reasonable part of her will realise I did it because I care. I stopped my fiddling hands for two seconds as I pushed open the door.