Doll Face Freak: Dallas x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 45

~Dallas' POV~

Only a single day passed after that night, but it felt like a year. I wanted to forget everything that happened.
I sat on the floor of my jail cell. My back leaned against the wall while my head hung low. I stared at the floor in a never ending daze. My hands were clean but I could still feel the blood on them.
I didn't know how long I was going to be locked up. They saw that my gun had nothing in it but they still threw me in because of causing a scare and robbing that grocery store.
But I didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. The love of my life was gone.
I realized that it wasn't the cops that killed her. They were aiming at me, that's what I wanted. I was planning for them to get me, not her. It was all my fault again. Everything I do ends up hurting the people I care about.
"Dallas Winston." A voice sternly said from the other side of the bars.
I slowly looked up and saw it was a cop that knew me. Not as a friend, but an annoying punk.
"What?" I finally said in a hostile tone.
"You're out, man." He said, "That's what."
I gave him a confused look as I slowly got up.
"Why?" I asked.
"You got bailed out."
No one ever bails me out. I just nodded slowly, accepting it.
"What's with the quietness, Winston?" The cop asked, "When I see you around here, you always have that cocky attitude."
I didn't respond, I only glared at him. He shrugged and brought me out of my cell.
That's when I saw Darry, waiting for me.
"You bailed me out?" I asked.
He nodded as he uncrossed his arms.
"I needed to." He responded in an unusually soft voice.
"But why?" I asked with confusion .
He let out a little sigh and looked me straight in the eyes.
"It's Y/N." He said, hearing her name made my heart ache, "She's in the hospital. Everyone is already there."
"Wait, she's alive then?" I felt a wave relief rush through me.
He stayed silent for a bit.
"She's..." He finally said, "She's holding on. Come on, they're waiting for us."
He nudged his head towards his car and we walked to it. After a few minutes, we reached the hospital. I needed to see her, yet I felt anxious at the same time.
I followed Darry to where her room was on the second floor. We turned to a corner and I saw the whole gang sitting in front of her room. They had worried looks on their faces.
I didn't say anything to them or as so much glance their way. I immediately went to Y/N's room and peered through the window.
I could barely see her. I could only make out a bit of her body and wires hooked up everywhere.
I put my hand on the glass and tried finding a better angle to see.
"Once she got here last night, she had to get emergency surgery." Soda said behind me, "Luckily, she wasn't hit in the heart but she lost a lot of blood, and her blood sugar was super low. She hasn't woke up yet, maybe not for a while."
Her blood sugar was low. I remembered she barely ate at all for the past week.
"Is she gonna be okay?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of her.
"We dunno, we weren't told much." Darry responded, "But I think she might."
Might wasn't enough.
"Can I help you son?" Someone put their hand on my shoulder.
It was the doctor.
"How is she?" I asked.
"Do you know the patient?" He asked.
"I'm her boyfriend. Tell me, how is she?"
"She suffered painful wounds and she lost a great amount of blood."
"You think I know that?" I growled, "Tell me if she might live dammit!"
"Woah, easy there. Fine, I'll tell you." The doctor backed off, "Judging by her health and injuries, she may have a day or two."
My heart had dropped and I felt weak. I heard the other softly gasp.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to speak.
"Can I go inside?" I finally asked.
"I don't think it's possible. She is in critical condition-,"
"Let me inside!" I interrupted harshly, "I need to see her."
He thought for a moment then nodded.
"Alright." He agreed, "Just you."
He opened the door and I slowly walked in.
The only sounds I could hear were machines, the heart monitor beeping, and her slow breathing.
I finally saw her. She had a hospital gown on with wires taped to her arms. She was so pale, she was white. Her eyes were closed and she had a breathing mask or something. Yet every breath was slow and shaky. She was unrecognizable.
I slowly reached for her hand. But suddenly, there was something holding me back. I felt, scared to touch her hand. No, I was scared to hurt her there again.
I took a deep, quivering breath and drew my hand back. Instead, I slowly reached towards her ghostly face. I lightly dragged my fingers on the side of her face, starting from her chin and going up. Her skin was ice cold. I got to her closed eyes and stroked them a bit. I ran my fingers through her soft hair.
She didn't look like herself. The shy, sweet girl  now hooked up to wires and clinging to life. I clenched my teeth and gripped the bedsheet of the hospital bed. I took another deep breath and began to speak.
"I-,"
Suddenly, she started shaking, making me stop. I immediately took my hand off her face and quickly scanned her body. She was now shaking more violently. The heart monitor was rapidly beeping. Her eyes were now open, but rolled back so it only showed white. I stumbled back at the horrific sight I couldn't understand. My heart pounded faster in a panicked state.
Nurses and the doctor rushed into the room, talking loudly and going towards her.
"What's happening to her?" I asked the doctor over the loudness.
"Seizure." He responded, "This looks severe. Excuse me sir, but you have to leave the room."
"No!" I yelled, "I won't leave her! Y/N!"
"Escort him out of the room!" The doctor ordered some of the staff.
I felt a guy strongly pull me back, but I was stronger. I punched him in the stomach and ran towards Y/N. But before I could reach her, I was held back by the gang.
"Dallas! We have to go!" Darry hissed as he grabbed onto me tightly.
"No! Let me stay!" I growled back.
I kept struggling, fighting to touch and see her again because it might've been the last. The staff surrounded her so I couldn't catch a single glimpse anymore. Maybe I was crying, I don't know, there was so much going on.
The gang used all their strength to pull me out of the room and the door was closed shut. They finally let go of me, panting.
I peered through the window again and I still couldn't see her.
"No! No! No!" I started to sob.
I punched the door as hard as I could but it wouldn't budge. I punched it so many times, my knuckles were bruised purple with tints of red. All everyone could do was watch me. My punches slowed as I felt myself relaxing. I finally collapsed onto my knees, bawling uncontrollably.
I felt a big hand rest softly onto my shoulder.
"Let's go home." Darry said in a low, soft voice.
I sat there for a bit, slumping and looking at the ground. I nodded a bit, still not looking at him.
In the corner of my eye, I saw him reach his hand out to help me stand up. I got up myself.
No one talked to me on the way to the Curtis house.
Darry and Soda said to make myself at home as long as I wanted. I didn't say anything.
I made my way to the couch and laid down. I didn't smoke or get a drink. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
I wanted to kill myself with anything. But I also didn't want to in fear that Y/N would be alive again. But that would take a miracle, maybe.