Daniella's POV
Mitch carried me back into the waiting room with Jerome behind us. He set me in his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder while he played with a little strand of my hair.
"Do you think she's gonna make it?" I whispered.
"I'm sure she'll be okay, don't worry baby girl, It'll all be okay" he said slowly, he's lying.
"You don't believe your own words Mitch" I whispered. I heard him sigh.
"It's my fault.." Jerome whispered, "if I wouldn't have kissed you, then this wouldn't have happened!"
"Jerome calm down it's not your fault. It was all a mistake" Mitch said trying to calm him down.
"Why are you so calm?" I asked, "more less how"
"Because I have to be" he said, "Dani I'm not gonna hold shit against you, it was a mistake"
"Ms. Niece" a voice picked up. I looked over and stood up.
"Delilah is.. she's in bad shape right now... But she is alive. You may go see her, she should wake up soon" she said with a smile.
I started walking, well running really, with Mitch and Jerome behind me, "umm.. only one of you may go. I'm sorry"
I looked back at Jerome who stared at the lady with tears in his eyes, Mitch put an arm around him. "Jerome" I said quietly, "go"
Jerome's POV
"Dani she's your sister-"
"Go" she repeated. I smiled lightly as the lady told me the room number. I bolted through the halls, slipping and sliding with my wet shoes.
I stopped out front her door, I looked through the window. Her hair traced down her shoulders, still damp. Her lips were a colorless brown and she was pale as anything.
"Lilah" I whispered lightly, I opened the door and walked inside. The heart monitor beeped slow and steady.
It was dark in the room, only a few lights were on. The hospital was on a generator until the power came back, when it did at least. So until then, most lights are off.
I walked over and pulled up a little pastel pink chair and sat by her side. "hey" I whispered, then stopped and stared at her for a good long while.
I grabbed her hand, "hey there Delilah don't you worry about the distance" I whispered my eyes tearing up, "I'll be here wh- god" I stopped and let go of her hand and propping my elbows on the bed and setting my head in my hands.
I grabbed her hand again, I felt a slight squeeze. I turned to look at her face, her eyes slowly opened. "Delilah" I smiled, "baby I'm so damn sorry I didn't-" she looked at me confused, "Lilah?"
"Umm" she looked around, "who are you?"
"Delilah. It's me.. Jerome"
"I'm sorry.. I don't know you.." she spoke normally, as if she couldn't care less.
My heart sunk, "Delilah it's me.. Its Jerome. I'm your boyfriend" I said on the edge of tears. She said nothing, "I'm the one who pulled you off a bridge when you tried to commit suicide. I'm the one your sister hated for a long ass time. I'm the one who helped you get Dani and Mitch together."
"I'm the one who loves you Delilah" I cried, "I'm yours" I sobbed, she looked at me without a knowing of who the hell I was besides the man that was sitting next to her bed when she woke up, "please, Delilah. Please.."
"I don't know you" she shook her head, "I'm sorry, sir"
"We're the same age damn it!" I yelled, I heard her shriek, I turned around and sighed.
"I'm going to get your sister" I said slowly. I walked out and closed the door. My mind tipped over the edge and fell into the ocean with the thoughts that she will never know me again.
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Who We Aren't {Bullied By Team Crafted} (Book 2)
Hayran KurguDelilah and Daniella have gone through so much in such little amount of time. With help from Mitch and Jerome, they've learnt to try and deal with their lives in LA for the moment. But as they settle down in town, Team Crafted returns, worse than be...
