Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r S e v n t y - O n e

Y/n's POV:

Rafe cannot stand anymore as I lead him inside of the car, holding him closely whilst screeching his name in agony, my tears staining everything as I see the way the tears on his face weal, his eyes are barely open as I clasp him closely,

'Rafe-Rafe please stay with me alright? Love, stay with me, we'll get help soon-'

'You don't have to-'

'No, no don't talk that way, please, I'm begging you-'

I then see everyone exiting the restaurant in haste, they run towards me,

'JJ-drive as fast as you fucking can-ambulance will take it's time-please-' I beseech as he nods,

'I am not getting in the car with him,' Rafe coughs, struggling to stand up,

'Rafe-please, not right now, I need to get you to the hospital-'

'Y/n, I am not-'

Topper runs towards us as he, Pope and John.B help me getting Rafe in the backseat, he hesitantly grunts, demanding them to take their hands off of him, even swatting them aside, however we collectively manage to put him in the back seat,

Whilst I sit in the space between the front an back seats, Rafe is placed on the leather seats, JJ at the wheel, Pope next to him as the others take the second car,

'Why the fuck do they have to be here?' Rafe grunts, his eyes faintly closing as I clasp his cheeks, holding him steady,

'Rafe-please, I love you so much-please don't leave me-please-' I whimper, tears hysterically pooling my vision, as I hold him tightly, he coughs, his eyes barely open,

I open his shirt, revealing the scar that bleeds cathartically down his body,

I take off my blazer and wrap it tightly around it, covering and attempting to prevent the hyperbolic blood-flow,

He clasps my cheek and brushes his thumb against it, looking at me with a faint smile, tears melding mine and his face,

I clutch onto him,

'Y/n, I love you, a lot, more than anyone and anything, but please, don't take off that locket-'

'No-No Rafe no, don't-don't talk like that-as if it's your last-no-Rafe please-for fuck's sake-please-'

'Language...' He smirks as his clasp begins to get softer and softer, gentler and less firm, his hand begins to fall down-however I hold it, uttering his name,

'No-no Rafe-Rafe!' I mumble, clasping his cheeks and whimpering on his chest,

'JJ-please-' I beg him to drive faster as I conjecture on how soon we will reach the hospital,

'Pope-what-what can I do?' I ask, chocking on my tears, 'Rafe is not-not responding-' I whine, budging at him, his hand is remaining on my thigh, it feels a lot more gentle, I touch him, plastering my fingers over his skin,

He's cold, vilely cold...

'Hum-okay, try covering him up-not too much, and between intervals press on the wound a little bit-not too much once again-' He says as I comply, doing the exact instructions that I was given,

My fingers are trembling as I attempt to talk to him, keep him here, with me,

His chest is not rising as much, my tears stain his shirt,

'We're almost here-practically here-' JJ says, pulling over as I notice a range of surgeons running out in front of us, someone already called them to await us,

Pope and JJ help me to escort Rafe out of the car, we pace towards the cart as we locate him on the bed with attached wheels, the surgeons then quickly roll him inside, I keep the pace, running beside it as I place my hand over his ice-cold cheek,

'Rafe-Rafe please-will he be okay?' I ask as they sceptically look at him, then at each other, my heart is beating at such pace that it hurts, burning a besmirching hole through my chest,

The affliction is pounding me, I glance and demand answers, 'Please-I'm begging you-we'll pay as much as you need-just bring him back-please-'

'Rafe-Rafe listen to me, you cannot leave me, I will do anything to bring you back-Rafe...' I mumble as he is being taken to the procedure room where I am restricted to go,

'Please-do everything you can-everything-' I cling onto them, as they nod one by one and walk inside the room, closing the door as all I can see is the blurred out window at the top, I can barely distinguish anything through it,

Falling onto my knees, I recite a heart-wrenching screech, clutching onto my skin as my tears stain my own clothes,

I feel someone embrace me, I am unable to differentiate who that currently is, feels like a lot of people,

They hold me close as I sob tumultuously, choking on myself, pleading for him to be alright,

For Rafe to be alright...

'He'll be fine-I promise-' I hear Barry mutter at one side as everyone agrees, 'I know that because, you managed to make it when I predicted that you'll be alright, he will definitely make it, that man loves you too much...'