Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

67- Good Morning

"Bella!"

I turned around to the sound of Dylan's voice. He was jogging up to me, concern laced on his features. It only grew when he noticed the chaos around Dean's room.

"I came to your house after school, only to find you gone. I figured you must've came here. What... what happened?" His eyes trailed back to the open door of Dean's room. Not much could be seen besides nurses running in and out.

"We don't know yet. We just came back from eating," Reece answered on my behalf. I appreciatively squeezed his hand and focused my eyes on the door. A part of me wanted to run in there, but I knew I'd only get in their way.

"How about we wait in the waiting room," Dylan suggested.

"Good idea. I'll just let them know we're going there so if they have any updates, they can find us," Reece said, letting go of my hand after a final squeeze to let me know he was there. It was more reassuring than words.

Dylan gently grabbed my arm and started leading me toward the waiting area. I kept looking over my shoulder to see if I could make out anything that would hint as to what was going on but I was left blank. Were the nurses happy? Or upset? Did they look stressed?

Dylan sat down on a bench while I stood up. He rolled his eyes and tugged me down, wrapping his arms securely around me. I closed my eyes and tried to take deep breaths but it didn't help.

I was scared shitless.

"I cannot believe this is real," I mumbled into his chest. I couldn't, not really.

Everything associated with Dean, from his gang antics to his dramatic injury, couldn't process. Like, I knew this was serious stuff, but did I ever treat it as such? Sure, there was the Ben thing, but it seemed like every time something big happened, I brushed it aside as soon as it got irrelevant. Maybe if I had taken this more seriously, we wouldn't be here today.

"Me either," Dylan sighed.

Reece joined us a few minutes later. Unlike us, he was pacing around the area. I wanted to too but Dylan wouldn't let me go. It was kind of nice, actually. He was like a human version of a straitjacket; he kept me sane.

Every time a doctor would burst through the doors, our heads would snap up. Most of the time it wasn't for us, but someone else. The more they came, the more dejected I felt.

I couldn't decide if the doctor taking long was a good thing or bad. Maybe Dean was totally okay and the doctor didn't feel the need to check in with us. Maybe Dean was flatlining as we sat here and doctors were using defibrillators on him. There was no way to tell. I did know the optimistic side of me was being beaten down by my negative thoughts.

Did everyone worry this much when I was in the hospital? Dean had only been out of two days, but I was out for seven! If I was worrying this much now, I couldn't imagine everyone else at the time.

"Why aren't they coming out yet?" I frustratedly asked when twenty minutes had passed. My energy was becoming more and more restless. Dylan could only hold me back for so long.

"I don't know," Reece whispered, sounding very scared. And that scared me, too.

Another ten minutes had passed when a doctor finally came out. She walked straight up to Reece with a blank expression. My eyes followed her every move, trying to gauge her body language.

Nothing! She was stoic, like a robot.

"You're here for patient Cullen, correct?" she asked Reece. Dylan and I stood up.

"Yes, we all are," Reece answered, acknowledging me and Dylan. 

She smiled at us before looking back at him, but I couldn't tell if it was a pitiful smile or not. "We have contacted his family and they should be arriving soon."