Assumptions

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It took three more hours of waiting.

Waiting to see the one I loved.

I didn't say a word when the doctor said that we were aloud to see him. All I did was stand up, and follow him.

Weaving our way through the halls, I felt Milah put a hand on my shoulder.

"We have to try to keep it together okay?" She whispered, her grip tightening.

All I did was keep walking.

To afraid that if I dared to speak all of the emotions that were currently swirling around in me like a hurricane, would come bursting out.

The doctor hesitated outside a doorway, gesturing for us to go in.

Slowley, I walked into the room.

I truly thought I had prepared myself.

But seeing him..like that.

I wanted to throw up.

Wires, they were just everywhere. Around him, on him, surrounding him. And that damned beeping, it seemed like something out of a nightmare.

I wish I could say that he looked peaceful, laying there.

But he didn't.

He looked like a corpse.

His skin was just one shade to pale.

His hair, it didn't have it's usual fluffiness.

His naturally nervous hands weren't moging around.

My thoughts were cut off by a sob beside me. Rushing by me, JJ ran out the door covering his mouth.

Seems like I wasn't the only one feeling nauseous.

Walking forward, I pulled one of the seats up next to his bed sitting in it soundlessly.

"We'd prefer it if you didn't-"

I cut the doctor off with a glare, "I'm staying."

He fell silent.

Grabbing onto Rogues limp hand, I held it tightly.

"Everything's going to be alright." I assured him, unaware of the tears dripping off my chin.

I hope.

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