Ronnie's POV
I was sat patiently in the waiting room.
Hoping that he was okay.
I asked every hour if Colby was okay or if there was any updates but I was told nothing.
I didn't trust them.
A doctor went in about 10 minutes ago and still hasn't came back out,
"I need some fresh air.." I mumbled to myself and got up to walk out.
As I was walking across the waiting room and down the hall,
I heard the same screaming I had heard before.
I stopped in my tracks.
Holding my breath so I could hear clearly without distractions.
I backed down the hallway I just walked up and paused.
The screaming was louder,
"What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself yet again.
I sped walked down the hallway and back into the waiting room.
The nurse at the front desk wasn't there.
No one was in the waiting room expect from me.
I slowly crept up to the door for the room that Colby was in.
Checking at the desk one last time before I opened the door.
I couldn't see anyone in my surroundings so I pushed the door open,
"Oh my god!" I yelled as I seen Colby unconscious on the floor.
Blood soaked through the hospital gown and surrounding his limptic body.
I looked around the room in a panic, searching for the doctor that came in earlier.
I couldn't see anyone in my sight so I ran over to Colby.
Sliding on my knees and dropping at his side.
I grabbed his wrist looking for a pulse.
It was faint but it was there.
I dropped his hand and lifted up his clothing.
He was wearing a white bandage around his torso which was soaked in blood,
"Jesus- Colby!" I yelled in horror as o tried to wake him up.
I took a deep breath and slapped him right across the cheek.
His eyes shot open and he gasped for air.
I turned around to his bed to see an oxygen tank.
It was the same type I had at the recovery centre when I had panic attacks.
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