Stranded (An Andy Biersack Love Story) {1} [COMPLETED]

Chapter 75

Chapter 75

ShyAnne's POV

*Three Days Later*

I rushed into the hospital, Andy jogging to catch up with me.

"ShyAnne, slow down!" He called after me. Today was the day I finally get to hold my son. He's been doing great on the weaning process over the last few days and today he finally get's off the vent, which means I can finally hold him. That also means he's coming home tomorrow, I don't know which one I am more excited for.

We got to the NICU and I saw nurses and his doctor crowded around his bassinet. I just assumed they were removing his vent. I looked closer and noticed there was panic on their faces.

"Andy." I said quietly, gripping his arm.

"It's okay." He soothed, obviously noticing that everything wasn't alright. We waited outside, watching them work. I felt absolutely helpless. Finally, they cleared out of the way and I saw he was still on his ventilator. The doctor came out and gave us a weak smile.

"We removed his ventilator early this morning, and after a few hours, he stopped breathing. We put him back on the ventilator and will have to restart the weaning process once we determine he is strong enough again."

"DAMNIT!" I exclaimed, walking away. 

"We'll be right back." Andy said before rushing to catch up with me. He silently followed me until I walked past our car. 

"ShyAnne! Where are you going!" 

"I don't know." I responded, tears streaming down my face.

"ShyAnne, stop walking." I stopped and dropped to the ground, breaking out in sobs. Andy quickly dropped down next to me and held me close.

"I-It's not fair Andy. It's not fucking fair!"

"I know, but at least this happened here and not at home."

"I don't care! I want him home! I want to hold my son and I want him home!" Andy just sat with me and held me as I sobbed.

"I want him home more than anything, but this is where he needs to be right now. I'd rather not rush him home before he's ready and then have something like this happen in the middle of the night when we're asleep."

"I know, this whole situation just fucking sucks."

"I know, now let's go inside and be with our son." He said. I nodded and he stood up, helping me to my feet. We walked inside and back to the NICU. We got geared up and went in, going straight over to Elijah. We took our spots on either side of him and I reached in to stroke his arm.

"You were doing so good buddy, what happened?" I asked, my voice cracking. We spent some time with him before heading home.

"How was the visit?" Andy's mom asked when we walked in. I shook my head and looked down at the ground, tears appearing at my eyes again. Can I not go five minutes without crying? 

"He had to be put back on the ventilator, he stopped breathing after they took him off his morning." Andy explained.

"Oh no." His mom said.

"They have to start the weaning process over again once he's strong enough again. So, it'll be some more time unfortunately." Andy sighed. I went into the bedroom and collapsed into the bed. Why?

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