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Ava could do nothing but pace across the waiting room of the hospital, her nerves getting the best of her. She had to know if you were alright. She had been the reason you left the apartment in the first place—the fight still ringing in her head. "Can you just leave me alone for two seconds?" Ava yelled. "Good grief, why are you so fucking clingy?" All you had tried to do was take her laptop and give her lunch. She had been overworking herself to the bone, and at this rate, she was bound to collapse soon. All you wanted to do was help her. Tears stung your eyes as you stared at her. You began walking towards the couch to grab your coat. "Where are you going?" She asked in a softer voice. "To give you some space," you said, walking towards then unlocking the door. "Since I'm so fucking clingy," you scoffed. The door slammed behind you as Ava mulled over her words, regretting what she said. "(Y/n) (l/n)?" Her legs were moving before she could comprehend it. She was standing in front of the doctor before she knew it. "And who are you to her?" "I'm her fiancée," a little white lie never hurt anyone. The doctor nods, skeptical, but nonetheless gives Ava the update, "There were some internal injuries but we fixed that up. Some bruised ribs, a fractured wrist, cuts and scrapes...she's expected to make a full recovery but it most likely will be painful." "When can I see her?" "Follow me." Ava follows the doctor without hesitation. Her heart breaks at the sight of you but she doesn't show it. She holds herself together and waits until the doctor has left. Slowly walking closer, she grabs the uncomfortable plastic chair and brings it closer to your bed. She sits down and slowly grabs your uninjured hand, looking at the cuts on it. Tears fell down her cheeks, thinking that this was her fault. If she hadn't blown up at you, the two of you could've been somewhat at peace. "Hey.." Ava's head whips up and she finds that your eyes are open. "You're awake," she breathes out. "I...I'm so sorry-" "This isn't your fault, Ava" "But it is," she insists. "If I hadn't made you leave.." "You didn't make me leave, I chose to leave," you squeezed her hand in assurance. "You didn't drive the car that hit me. It's not your fault." More tears come out of the brunette's eyes and you pat the spot next to you. "I don't wanna hurt you." "You won't hurt me." you scoot over a bit to prove your point. "Lay with me. Please." Ava reluctantly takes a seat and slowly leans back so she's face to face with you. She stares at your face—the scrapes that look so painful. "I love you," your voice interrupts her thoughts. "I love you, too," she says. As she looks at you, she sees your blinks getting longer. "Get some rest. I'll be here." You nod in response and set your head on her shoulder. As Ava watched you sleep, her blood boiled. She would figure out who did this. And she would make them pay.
