unexpected -Dane DeHaan fanfiction-

Chapter 68

Kim's Point Of View

Jared paced the hallways in a restless manner as I sat on the floor with my head to my knees breathing heavily and muttering profanities to myself. I slightly jumped when I felt his hands touch my shoulder but I didn't bother raise my head from my crouched position.

- are you going to talk to me - Jared asked in a desperate but compassionate way. His voice was evidently laced with pain and disappointment.

- I don't want to talk -

He bent his legs and sat down next to me.

- do you think I want to talk. No, I don't but I still do it because right now is not the time to be selfish - his words were like an icy blow to my heart. I raised my head slowly to meet his gaze with my eyes surely blood red from the tears and lack of sleep combined but that didn't matter right now.

- you think I'm selfish - I asked with a pained expression.

- Kim, I, I didn't mean it like that - he tried to take his words back but once you say something, it can't be unsaid no matter how much you pray and wish.

- then say it how you meant it - I stood up from the floor and so did Jared. He looked at me with confusement and regret.

- say it - I placed my hand harshly agaisnt his chest and pushed him. He stood motionless trying to find his words. I watched him breathe in and off he went.

- you've been nothing but selfish this whole entire time and I will no longer choke down my words just to spare your feelings. I wonder why Dane turned to drugs in the first place - he asked rhetorically. I gasped at his words in astonishment and realization.

- Dane's usage is something you should not have brought up - I said in a low dark voice.

- I blame you for this - as soon as those words slipped out of his mouth I immediately took them to heart. I grabbed the nearest thing that I could find which was my phone and threw it at him. Thankfully it hit him right in the corner of his mouth making him gasp in pain while bringing his hands up to cradle the wounded area.

- can't handle the truth I see - he said above talking but below yelling.

- no, I can't handle lies - I said while looking down at the ground at my shattered phone.

- I'm going to see if there's any news - he half whisphered.

- I'm going to get some fresh air -
End of Kim's Point Of View
Dane's Point Of View

I woke up to the beeping of my monitor which kept me up all night last night. That and the constant talking of the nurses. As if on cue a nurse and my doctor walked in making me feel the need to uncomfortably move in my bed.

The nurse quickly took my temperature and whisphered things into Dr. Smith's ear.

- Dane, how are you feeling today - he asked.

- I'm a little uncomfortable and irritable - I answered truthfully.

- your fever has gone up a little bit so that may be why you're feeling that way. Do you still have shortness of breath? -

I nodded and laid back down pulling the paper like bed sheets closer to my neck even though I was hot inside my skin.

- why do I feel nauseous constantly - I timidly asked.

- it's normal for your body to react that way especially after enduring all those surgeries. You haven't been drinking anything but water, have you? - he eyed me suspiciously.

- I can't even keep water down nonetheless move without feeling drained and the thought of juice disgusts me - I answered.

- good. I see your IV bag is almost empty so I'll go get you a new one. Laura please check his arm for any redness or inflammation and be sure to do it gently - he instructed her before leaving the room.

Laura carefully took out the needle from my vein and rubbed some alcohol on it with a cotton ball. I watched her check for any signs of inflammation while gripping my arm as if I was going to run away.

- take it easy on my arm. I'm not your Starbucks cup - my voice had a sassy tone to it although I didn't mean it to. She immediately let of my arm while blushing and whisphered an apology.

- other arm please Mr. DeHaan - she asked with timidness.

- why do you want my other unpunctured arm - I said but I still gave it to her.

- I have to disinfect it so your vein won't get contaminated by the new needle we're about to put in -

- look Laura, I know you're only doing your job but I'm like a balloon you see. You can't stick to many needles in to me or else I'll pop - I made up an excuse to cover up my dislike of needles.

- like you said Mr. DeHaan, I'm only doing my job -

Her tone wasn't sitting well with me so I pretended to yawn and purposely let my arm hit the porcelain coffee cup that she had brought along with her making it fall and shatter on the floor. I watched her jump in fear and laughed internally because I didn't have enough energy to verbally do it.

- are you okay Mr. DeHaan, is there anything I can get you before leaving to find someone that can clean up this mess - she asked in a forced tone.

- perfect - I responded with a smile. - absolutely perfect Laura -
End of Dane's Point Of View
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