C h a p t e r S e v e n t y - T w o

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Y/n's POV:

My voice keeps enduring those cracking noises as I sit on the chair, my leg bouncing as my fingers tremble,

My face stained in tears, everyone has arrived, even my friends, Kiara and Sarah on each side, JJ leaning against the wall whilst meticulously glancing at the window, John B endeavouring the same as Pope desperately offers me one thousandth cup of tea by now,

Barry was not long aft notified about the incident as he paced towards the hospital, so did Topper after Sarah told him,

I knotted my fingers as Sarah placed her hand over mine, smiling at me, her face also stained in tears,

Wheezie was not informed just yet, I'm sure she's sleeping by now,

Rafe's parents, well, we decided to not tell them just yet-due to Ward's eluding revolt, as Rose would let him know if she was informed herself,

I am physically unable to even let out a sole tear by now, I am not only in emotional pain, but also in physical, my stomach churning, arms in pain by now-due to the ubiquitous rubbing and nibbling on my skin,

I keep twirling and planting soft kisses on Rafe's ring around my neck, quietly prying for him to be alright,

It's been hours, I keep peeking through the window, however I am unable to actually move, I can solely raise my head, I feel paralysed, drained and glued to the seat, my breathing sometimes hitches and halts as that startles someone and I apologise quietly,

'You know...this article states that cows moo with a regional accent ya,' Barry says zealously, smiling faintly as I nod,

'I'll go and grab some more tea, anyone else wants some besides Y/n?' Pope asks, standing up,

'I've ad enough-thank you-'

'I'll bring you some more, anyone else?' He asks,

Kiara, Sarah agree in having some, however they don't want to leave me, but I attempt to reassure them that they can leave me for five minutes,

'It's alright, we'll sit with her.' JJ says, stepping closer, girls look at me as I nod in agreement,

JJ sits beside me, as I hear Barry pacing behind Pope, Kiara and Sarah,

'I want some-two cubes of sugar, two-quarters of milk-'

'Go and do it yourself.' Sarah mumbles as he sighs,

'You're so rude, no wonder Wheezie talks shi-' Barry was about to finish his sentence, however he stops himself by seeing a child of about seven years of age walking past him, he smiles sarcastically and way over the top, 'talks crap about you.' He finishes the sentence, following the group,

JJ shifts closer to me, embracing me sideways,

'What do you think, can Rafe run out in robes and slit my throat with a pen because I'm breathing in your direction?' JJ asks rhetorically, looking at me from the corner of his eye, I attempt to chuckle, however it comes out faint and fatigued,

'I would chuckle, sorry-'

'Don't apologise, it's fine...I see the way he looks at you, y'know?' He states, nodding, 'he truly loves you Y/n, he's always been a bastard, no offence, he hates us as well, but, I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you...I hate myself for saying this, but, I do hope that he survives, because losing him, I would lose you too, and I cannot allow that.' JJ says, smiling and lowering his head,

'He loves you a lot, like, a lot, and you deserve it more than anything, so if it means that we have to press our ego and try to communicate in a non-I-will-kill-you way, we can do it...' He says, brushing his palm against my shoulder as I smile, nodding,

'Thank you so much, it truly means a lot.'

'Of course Y/n.' JJ whispers, smiling as I curl up my blanket, as before I could do so, we hear a door open, I suddenly sprung up, not balancing, JJ holds me still as I pace towards the surgeon, barely stable,

JJ attempts to steady me as John B does the same and Topper paces beside us,

'Is he alright?' I ask as the surgeon sighs, I can see the perspiration on his face, the seat trickling down his forehead, he is breathing heavily, his garments scrunched and disheveled as he looks at me, then at others and once again at me,

'He's...' The doctor initiates...

'He's...'

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