The Bucket List (Write Affair Finalist)

Chapter 48: Visiting Damon at the hospital.

 ~ Chapter 48: Visiting Damon at the hospital. ~

(A/N: Again, I have to repeat it, it's important so that you don't hate me haha read the A/N I put at the end of the epilogue!! So, the last four chapters will be up tomorrow (2 normal chapters + an epilogue + Damon's Bucket List which isn't exactly a chapter but still) and then this story will be completed aaah! I can't wait to hear what you have to say about it all, although I'm a little scared haha. Anyway, I'll let you read and please don't forget to vote/comment! <3 Oh and I don't think I listened to anything other than Kodaline again for this chapter)

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        It didn’t happen, obviously. I woke up feeling colder than ever and hugging my pillow that had been wet by all the tears falling on it. My hair was a mess, my eyes were red, swollen and hurting like hell from all the crying, my throat was dry and I kept couching to try to get my voice back but it ended up resembling an old-smoker’s voice and there was nothing I could do about it. I dragged my sorry ass to the bathroom and let the water run on me for minutes, absently looking at the wall, lost in my thoughts. Then the hot water ran out, and the cold one hit me and woke me up from my mind.

“Fu*k!” I screamed.

As if this didn’t suffice, I hit my toe against the bathtub, which made me curse more. I tried untangling my hair but there was no way I was going to fight with my brush today so I just gave up and tied it in a bun on top of my head, not caring for one second that I looked like a crazy person having escaped from the mental ward. I put on the first clothes that I found then took my keys, phone and bag and went down while calling a cab. I was in no state to drive and the last thing I wanted was to have an accident today. There was enough on my mind already. Last night I had received a text from Damon’s parents saying they had gone to the hospital directly so I would meet them there.

The cab drove me and the driver stayed silent. I guess when you tell them you need to go to the hospital, they won’t ask you why or try to ask you if you’ve caught the last game. I arrived at eight and rushed inside. I ran in the hallway and stopped at the desk, out of breath. Yeah, that’s how bad I needed to see Damon.

“Hi, my name’s Leah Clark, I’m here to see Damon Hollins.” I blurted out.

The lady at the desk looked at something on the computer and told me the room number. 327. Was it going to be the room he would die in? Oh, Leah, why are you doing this to yourself?!

I rushed to the room, being careful not to slip on the floor and arrived in front of the number 327. I knocked a little before turning the doorknob and going in. It smelled like antiseptic and overall like this distinct smell hospitals have and that I had learnt to recognize. The room wasn’t very different from the ones I had visited Damon in before, except for the fact that he was branched to more tubes and machines, which I wouldn’t have known could be possible. There was a regular beep sound and the machine that I guessed was helping him breath was doing a loud noise when Damon was inhaling and exhaling. Oh god. I couldn’t stand seeing him like this. My eyes were already starting to water, like I hadn’t cried enough for a lifetime already, and my knees were trembling. Damon’s eyes were shut so I guessed he was sleeping. His parents weren’t here though. Maybe they had gone to buy themselves one of those horrible tasting coffees.

I walked over to the bed, put the chair next to it and sat, afraid that my legs wouldn’t support me anymore.

“Hey.” I whispered.