Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T h i r t y - E i g h t

Rafe's POV:

I push him aside as he stumbles to the corner, blood is trickling down my knuckles as I see some nurses running in, I pace towards the door and glance through it, once again I am unable to distinguish what's happening and asking every person around here if everything's alright is not fulfilling enough,

'The fuck you're doing here?' I ask Barry as he steps closer,

He coughs slightly,

As I trace my fingers over the modicum window, she'll b alright, she cannot leave me, no, no she can't, she-

'My cousin lives here, the one that deals the drugs that I offer ya, and so I was plannin' to visit the douche, but I knew that you were still in that hectic-mission, you'd never shut up about her, and once I was informed that you were here, I came lookin' for ya.' He says,

'I'm sorry gentlemen, but-'

'I'll pay for your shitty wall.' I say as the nurse nods and offers to help me with the wounds,

'I'm okay.' I tersely respond as she walks away,

'You can leave now.' I say to Barry, not looking at him, but hoping for the or to open and the surgeon to announce that my Y/n is perfect fine...

'I walked in on you punchin' the wall, I think they need to check up on you as well.' He says as I clench my fists and glare at him, he shuts his mouth and nods,

'Either way, I am here man, I'll wait with ya.' He says,

'I don't need company.' I respond,

'Well I do bro, I am lonely.' He jokes,

'Fuck off.'

'Do you want coke, you know, the one that you drink-'

'Just fucking go.' I respond as he paces towards the vending machine,

'I'll get you the cherry one, 'cuz you're a pretty-cherry.' He says, I am aching to punch him right in that smug of a skanky face,

'Don't ever call me that ever again.' I threaten as he points to fingers, forming little guns,

'Gotcha!' 

—-

It's been hours, I haven't moved from the same position, waiting, asking everyone,

'Fuck me, man, you know what I just found out, the first person convicted with speeding was going eight miles-per hour-damn.' Barry mutters, reading from the daily-news magazine that was on the counter,

'I don't care.' I respond,

He leans in, balancing his elbows on his knees,

'She'll b okay bro, I promise, you havin' a little berry pickin' between you two, so you'l be fine.'

'And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, it's none of your business anyway.'

'I get it, but you haven't moved from that cursed place for hours, can ya feel your feet?'

'Keep talking and you'll end up in the next room.' I threaten once again,

'Fine, fine, by the way, did you know...'

—-

Finally, I see one of the doctors leave the room, taking off his gloves,

'How is she-is she alright-can I see her?-'  I rapidly ask,

'She hanging there, it's a miracle actually, no one can survive such wound, she managed to do it.'

I exclaim out loud in triumph and sigh in relief, of course she did, I knew it, I know her, I know my Y/n, she fucking did it,

I grasp my hair and chuckle in relief once again,

'Fuck...' I breathe out as Barry pats on my shoulder blade, mumbling,

'Can I see her?' I ask,

'We've just finished the surgery-'

'I'll pay as much as you need, millions-doesn't matter, I just need to see her, I really do.' I say as the surgeon examines speculatively, he then sighs and nods,

'Not for long though-'

I pace in as she's just been taken in, I see her, connected with all the sterile apparatus', my princess...

I walk closer and placing the chair next to the bed, I place my hand over hers, holding it, I feel tears prickle in my eyes,

'You've got me so worried, do you know that?' I ask rhetorically, as I reach and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, later caressing her cheek with my thumb, 'why can't you just listen to me at least once in a while hm?'

...

'I love you so much...' I mumble.