Afraid of Losing You {AcornTree}

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When Hope started to hear the barking, she looked towards the direction in which the sounds were coming from, furrowing her brows, especially when she saw Jazzy running out of the room as quickly as she was. The little dog stopped right in front of Hope, her ears folded back a bit as she turned in circles, as if she was trying to catch her attention. "Shh, quiet down. William's trying to sleep." Or, at least she thought the man was sleep. But when Jazzy didn't let up on her restless barking and turning around in circles, her feet prancing around a bit, as Hope paid more attention to the dog, she noticed that this wasn't Jazzy being excited like she normally was. Was she... Trying to tell her something? It sent a wave unease thought Hope, causing her to stand from the chair and to leave her half eaten oatmeal and her laptop on the counter as she followed Jazzy into the room, who quickly ran her way back into there.

In the bed was still a lump of William's body, though she couldn't see his face, or really his body because of the covers that he held over him, because of where she was standing. However she pursed her lips when she saw Jazzy jump on the bed, whining now as she pushed her nose into William before she turned her head and looked over to Hope, whining again before she started barking. "William?" Quickly, she made her way over to the side of the bed that William was laying on, her heart beginning to race even if she told herself that there was nothing to worry about. But when she went over to him and saw the blood that was falling from his nose and onto his lips, a gasp escape from her lips as she quickly knelt down on the ground beside the bed next to him. "Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?" She ran a hand over his forehead and into his hair as she bit her lip before she quickly got up and ran into the bathroom.

She grabbed a few pieces of toilet paper and quickly made her way back over to William and knelt back down before she dabbed at his nose to try and get the blood off. "Can't you sit up? It's not good to lay down when you've got a nose bleed. Are you feeling okay?" The worry was evident in the expression on her face, as well as the tone that sat in her voice.
 
William didn't stop Jazzy when she went away from him. He knew she was getting Hope, and that that was probably a good thing.

And he waited he brought a hand up to wipe at his nose, but it just got blood on his hand instead. It was about then that Hope came to him and q shook his head gently as she dabbed at his nose.

"Help me?" He asked. He felt so sluggish and his head hurt so bad. He struggled to sit up, but he almost immediately passed out instead. Jazzy was whining beside him but he was oblivious to everything, completely unconscious.
 
Her eyes were widened and her heart was beginning to pound in her chest as she looked down at William, her brows knitted but she nodded her head to him asking her for help. Something wasn't right about this, and Hope could not tell that instantly. He wasn't acting the same, and never before had she seen him like this. Though she couldn't really tell, but just from the way he looked and how his arm trembled lightly under her hand as she started to try and lift him into a sitting position, she could tell that he was weak, and it wasn't a side of him that she was used to seeing. It was a side that she had never seen of him before, and, to be honest, it was beginning to scare her.

But even in the weakened state that he seemed to be in, she hadn't expected to see him pass out in that next moment. When his head lolled forward limply and as his body went limp as well, Hope could almost feel the breath leave her chest as she looked down at him. "William?" No response. "William?!" The fact that Jazzy was beginning to become frantic again wasn't helping the situation any better, nor was it making her feel any more calm about her situation. Jazzy's barking started back up again, little bouts of growls coming from the dog's mouth as well, though at that point it was as if Hope could hear nothing. There was something that seemed to snap in her head, something that made her lose her all of the senses she had other than her sight, and her only sight in that moment was William whose body had fallen back onto the bed because she couldn't keep a hold of his body. Blood was still coming from his nose, he was unresponsive to anything and that was when the fear ran through Hope. What was going on?

It seemed that as soon as her senses had been shut off, they came right back on. She blinked her eyes and came back to the present, her hands instantly going to William's face as she stroked his cheeks lightly, trying to rouse any bit of movement from him. "William, baby, wake up. Wake up..." Quivers were coming from her voice then, but when she was again presented with no response she quickly jumped into action then, even if it seemed as if her movements were automatic and not really of her own doing. She ran to the other side of the bed and grabbed her cellphone and turned it on before dialing 911, putting the phone to her ear as she climbed on the bed and crawled over to William, pushing Jazzy out of the way so that she could turn William's body over. She bent her knees up and sat on them before she tilted her head and used her shoulder in order to hold the phone up as she grabbed onto William and moved him over so that his upper body could lay against her legs and torso. Again she called his name out as she leaned back a little, moving so that he could be more in a sitting position even if his weight was pressing down on her. At that point, she didn't care. Why wasn't anyone answering on the other line?!

When a voice finally came from the other end of the line, Hope quickly told them what was wrong: that her boyfriend passed out on the bed and he wasn't waking up. They asked if anything else had happened, and all that she was able to tell them was that he had a nosebleed. When she thought about it again, she reached over and grabbed the toilet paper before she lightly dabbed it under his nose, listening to the woman on the other line speak. Hope told the woman her address and the woman said that the ambulance would be there shortly, to which Hope said thank you and then hung the phone up and threw it on the bed. As her one hand held the toilet paper under his nose in hopes of stopping the bleeding, she used her free hand to gently caress his skin. "William..."
 
Sirens could be heard in the distance, but were fast approaching their apartment. Just as they stopped moving, two paramedics rushing out, did William come to again. His eyes fluttered open, but they felt heavy and were hard to keep open.

"Hope?" He asked, voice sounding just as weak as his body clearly was. He was aware that he was in her arms just after he asked for her, it wad just that he hadn't been able to see her in that second.

The paramedics came into their apartment, and hearing the dog came in to the bedroom. They instantly went to William, his nose drying from the blood that had been flowing before. The men had a stretcher they had brought with then and took William from Hope, moving him on to the stretcher. "Hope?" He asked for her again once he was no longer in her arms.

"Ma'am, if you're coming with us, we need to go now. Are you his family?" One of the paramedics asked as they started out of their apartment. "Do you know about any pre-existing conditions or allergies that we should be aware about?" William had no pre-existing conditions, but he was deathly allergic to penicillin. He had told Hope about it once because he had been about eight and nearly died after finding that out in the hospital when they tried to treat him for something else.
 
When she started to hear the sirens approach the complex, or what she hoped was the ambulance that was coming, Hope got out of the bed and gently laid William down before she quickly ran over to the front door. She unlocked the door, figuring that it would be much easier fro them to get in after that, and quickly headed back into the room and got back into the position that she had previously in with William against her, her eyes looking back down at him. She called out his name again, but there was still no response, and in that moment she could feel tears begin to well in her eyes as her breaths were coming out a little sharper. What was wrong with him? Why was had he passed out, and why was his nose bleeding? Why wasn't he waking up?

But then she heard his voice, and she watched as his eyes fluttered opened, though it looked as if they were about to close right back. His body was still weak, nearly limp in her hold and she sniffed. "I'm here, William. I'm here... Everything's going to be okay." Or at least she hoped so. She swallowed and bit her lip as she looked over to Jazz who, after perking her ears up, started to bark again. Hope had half a mind to yell at the dog to tell her to shut up, but in that moment she also heard footsteps coming into the apartment before two men came into the room, the paramedics. When they took William from off of her it nearly panicked her as well, but she let them do their job and stayed on the bed, telling William that she was right there again as he called out to her. It was so heartbreaking to see this, to see them asking him questions to see if he could tell them anything, trying to see if he could do anything, but apparently he wasn't responding well enough. When they put him onto the stretcher then, Hope could feel her throat tighten at the sight. He was doing nothing to try and help them; it was almost as if he couldn't! Or at least not from what she could see.

It took her a moment to register the fact that one of the men had started asking her questions, her mind so wrapped around William that it was hard to comprehend anything. But when she finally brought herself back to reality she snapped her eyes to look at the man, biting her lip as shook her head. "No. I'm his girlfriend." She quickly grabbed her phone and her purse as they started to make their way out of the apartment, herself quickly closing the door behind her and quickly locking it before she started to follow them again. When she looked around her, she could see other people looking on the scene with people poking their head out of the doors. She pushed those people out of her mind, however, when the man started asking her more questions, her mind racing with what William had told her about himself in the past. Why was it so difficult to think right now?

"Um.. I don't- I don't think he has any preexisting conditions, but I do know that he's highly allergic to penicillin. He told me that a while ago."
 
William felt as if these people were asking him about twenty questions a minute, although they weren't asking that fast. He was trying to focus on the first one and answer before they were on the next one, and it was so hard for him to focus with his head pounding like it was.

The paramedics took both William and Hope into the back of the ambulance, and once everything was set to go they started off again, siren wailing. The paramedics were already working to take vitals and figure out what was wrong. William decided not to pay attention to their questions and instead just tell them what he thought they should know. Even speaking was difficult through the pain in his head though, so he kept it short. "No penicillin. Head ache." He hadn't heard Hope tell the paramedics already that he was allergic to it, so he had included that with the two things he thought they needed to know. As soon as he said so he was bombarded by about a million other questions as to how much the headache hurt, where specifically, and if he could see okay. He nodded to that last question about seeing and ignored all the rest, because trying to sort out who was asking him what was too much of a pain.

The paramedics did not share what they were doing or if they found anything with Hope, although one was nice enough to tell her that once they were certain what was wrong one of them would let her know. She was also asked if she knew if William had eaten any foods he didn't usually and what medications he was on. William didn't take any medications except for a multivitamin, and sooner rather than later they had arrived at the hospital.

Rushing William out, who had his eyes shut but was not unconscious, they went straight to a room with William but separated him from Hope, having her stay in the waiting room with another promise that she would be informed on any status change.
 
Everything was happening too fast in her opinion. One minute they were in the apartment, seemingly everything going well, and then all of a sudden something happened with William and now they were in the back of an ambulance heading to the hospital. Hope, though she wanted to be closer to William, stayed back as far as she could so as not to get in the paramedics' way, her hands covering over her mouth as she took in the sight of everything. She felt sick to her stomach; like she was about to throw up right then and there but she kept the feeling a bay, feeling as if her getting sick would do nothing but make the situation worse. Besides, she told herself that she needed to be as calm as she possibly could, if only so as not to worry and stress William out more than he probably already was, and, again, she told herself that she didn't want to get in the way of the paramedics. She listened to their questions that they spouted to William, her heart sinking at the fact that he was hardly giving any responses to them, and the responses that he did were so weak in comparison to how he would normally speak.

Hope wanted to ask them questions, she wanted to know if they knew what was wrong with him, but up until the point where they were nearly at the hospital it seemed as if she had been forgotten at that point. But then they started asking her questions, and just like back at the apartment it took her more than a second to let everything process through her mind so that she could give them a clear answer. What was she supposed to do in a situation like this? Her and William had never really talked about this before, mostly because they never believed that something like this would happen but... She didn't know. "He hasn't eaten anything today," she finally offered up after a moment of thinking and after a little moment of panic that swept through her. "And he hardly ate anything yesterday." Maybe that was all that was wrong with them. He just needed to eat something, right? "And he's not on any medication, or at least none as far as I know of."

When they made it to the hospital and they separate her from William, telling her to go wait in the waiting room until they could tell her anything, Hope could do nothing but stand in the hallway and stare in the direction that they had taken William off to. Her hands were trembling, her knees were shaking, and she didn't know what to do. Eventually she was led to the waiting room and told to sit, to which she listened to though she knew that it was only because of the numbness that she felt in her mind in that moment. William was in the hospital because something was wrong... But what could be wrong? He was a healthy guy, he exercised daily, and he normally ate healthy. So what was wrong?

There were other people in the waiting room, and when Hope turned her head to look up at them she couldn't help but feel her bottom lip begin to quiver. But, for what ever reason, in that same moment she remembered the wedding she was supposed to be shooting in a few hours, and how she was supposed to be at the place in an hour. She couldn't do it; she couldn't go there, but what about the bride? She needed those pictures for this special day, she wanted those pictures and Hope didn't want to be the one to ruin that. But while she didn't want to ruin that for the bride, she also knew that she refused to leave this place until she knew that William was okay. So on a split second decision she pulled her phone out, stood from the chair, and started towards the hallway as she dialed her boss's number. She told the woman was was wrong and of what happened and that she couldn't make the wedding that she was scheduled for because she wasn't leaving this place. And then she asked if she could take over, which Hope figured would be the right choice, given how, at first, her boss was going to shoot the wedding until she passed it off to her, wanting to give her more experience with it all, and since that was the case her boss already knew all of what was being done with the wedding and where it was at.

After giving her the extra information, her boss saying that she would do it, Hope apologized again before she hung up the phone and walked back to the waiting room. It was a good thing her boss was understanding; it was a good thing that she didn't seem to be too upset about all of this. But regardless the worry still ran in Hope as she sat back down in the chair and leaned back, tilting her head back as she looked at the ceiling. She started taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself as she told herself that everything was going to be okay and that William was going to be okay. He had to be.
 
As far as waiting went, it didn't actually take that long for someone to come to Hope. It had only taken about two hours or so when a nurse came to Hope. He gave her a kind smile. "Hope, right?" He asked. "William's been asking for you, he described you pretty accurately so that's a good sign. So far we're not sure whats wrong, but he is in a stable condition and we are running several tests. Its just a waiting game until the test results come back in. It could be nothing or it could be something, but we should know by tomorrow. Normally we would let patients go when they just have a headache, but because he passed out we'd like to keep him here until the test results come back tomorrow morning. If it is something serious, we'll need to be in close proximity. William can, of course, choose to leave, but we're recommending he stay here. Right now he's not committing to anything until he sees you." This was obviously the hospital trying to get Hope on their side as far as him staying there. However, the nurse didn't push the issue much further. Instead he nodded towards the way they had taken William earlier. "If you follow me this way." He said, starting off down the hall to lead Hope to William's room. "He does still have a pretty serious headache, so the lights are off in his room and we're trying to keep the noise level down." He warned her.

They had already switched William from an emergency care room to a regular room, so they entered into an elevator and went up two more floors. They didn't go far down the hall before the nurse stopped to open a room up. The lights were off as he said, but William was sitting propped up in bed. His eyes opened when the door opened, and when he saw Hope he gave her a small smile. "Hey.." He said quietly, but this time he didn't sound so weak. He was just being quiet because his head hurt. The nurse smiled. "I'll leave you two alone for now, but we'll be back soon to figure out if you're staying." He said, leaving and then closing the door behind him.

William wasn't hooked up to any machines, but there was one standing near by, just waiting for William to agree to stay so they could put him on it. It was a standard heart monitor, so if something did go wrong they'd know about it, but for now it was off and out of the way. "I'm sorry about your photo shoot... if you leave now could you make it?" He asked her. Always thinking of her.
 
Hope hated all of the waiting, because, even despite the fact that it had only been two hours, it seemed to drag on much longer than that in her mind. Other people filtered in and out of the waiting room, some people in tears, some people looking as if they were about to cry, and then some people just looking anxious. She didn't want to be here; she didn't want to see all of these people and these faces... There had been a few times when she got up from the chair and walked up and down the hall, pacing as she bit her nails out of a nervous habit of hers, just to make the time go by faster which it didn't. With every nurse that would come into the waiting room, she would sit in the chair straighter, when she was sitting down, and become more alert, only to have her heart broken when the nurse hadn't come to look for her. What was taking so long though? Apparently something was wrong, something had to be wrong because, otherwise, they wouldn't be taking so long right?

A few tears had slipped passed her eyes, though she quickly went to wipe them away. She wanted to be hopeful about this, and she wanted to think that this was just a little thing that happened to him and the only reasoned he passed out was a combination of William not eating enough and then that nose bleed that caused him to loose too much blood, but it was all just so... Terrifying to her. It wasn't a secret that Hope hated hospitals or even doctors for that matter, something that she had told William long ago, and something that her parents knew all too well over the fact the last time she had even been to a place like this had been after she got a call from someone, saying that her parents had been in a bad car accident. Thankfully, and luckily, they both made a full recovery, and even if someone looked at them today it would be hard to guess that anything had happened to the adults. Of course, her dad's nose was a bit crooked and there would always be that scar on his back and on his legs from the glass that cut into his skin, and her mother would always have that scar across her face that she was generally always able to hide with makeup. But, other than that, they were fine. No more wheel chairs, no more cast and bandages for them... They were completely fine. But that didn't make what she saw any less scarring, especially not for her at the time, given that she had only just left for college before that happened.

She never associated these places with goodness, other than the maternity ward, but they were far from there. They weren't having a baby, and neither were any of the people here. William just had to be okay, he just had to... Hope had half a mind to want to call his parents or at the very least his mother to let them know what was going on, but she pushed the thought aside, mostly because she didn't have William's phone and she didn't know their numbers. But it seemed that as soon as the idea of calling his parents came to her mind, a nurse had called her name, causing her to lift her head from her hands that she held up to her face, her eyes widening before she stood.

She listened to everything the man was saying, numbly nodding her head. He said that William was stable, and that was good, but it worried her because they didn't know what was wrong with him and that they had to run test for him. Nevertheless, she quickly followed after the man, holding her hands in front of her before they got on the elevator, herself biting the inside of her cheek. She wished that they could walk faster, she wished that she could just see him in that exact moment... When they finally made it to his room, however, she stopped, even as the man opened the door for her and ushered her inside. It was dark, so much so that she could hardly see him on the bed. Did he look... Okay? She shook her head. Of course he looked okay! He hadn't been in an accident; he just passed out.

It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but she slowly made her way over to the bed as she gave him a little smile, her throat beginning to tightened as she listened to him. He sounded a lot better than he did before, which was a good sign, however it was still hard to believe that they had to be there. But even despite all of that he was thinking about her and her work, which made her choke out a little bit of a laugh as she shook her head, wiping her eyes as she reached over to pull over one of the chairs in the room. She rolled it over to the side of the bed and sat down in it, her hand reaching out to grab onto William's as she shook her head. "I'm not going; I'm not leaving you here by yourself. The car's not even here for that matter, but Emily's going to take care of the wedding. But that doesn't matter right now; none of that matters. How are you? How are you feeling."
 
William knew that Hope was probably freaking out. He knew she hated hospitals, and it must have taken her a lot to call an ambulance for him. Still, he had to smile a little more when she laughed, even if it wasn't the laugh he was used to. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Hope reached for his hand and told him she wasn't leaving. He gave her hand a little squeeze.

"I'm feeling okay." He answered her questions. He was a little sad that she was missing her photo shoot. It was exactly what she wanted to do, take pictures for a wedding. She had been so excited for that, and now she didn't want to leave him for it. Despite the fact that he couldn't help it, William felt a little guilty. Hopefully there would be another wedding for her to take pictures of soon. "My head hurts like a bitch though." William didn't normally cuss unless it was really needed. He felt it heard certain weight in certain situations, and this was one of those times. He sighed.

"They want me to stay here overnight..." He told her. He obviously didn't want to. Not just because he knew Hope didn't like hospitals, either. He liked having his freedom, and if he was here there would be none of that. He rubbed the side of his nose and then frowned. William was pretty sure he could stand up and everything now, but the light outside of this room might drive his headache to be even worse. "What... do you think?" He asked uncertainly. "I don't want to stay here."
 
It was good to hear that he was doing fine, and that at least made Hope breath out a sigh of relief. Her eyes traveled over to his shadowed face, biting her lip then when he mentioned that his head was still hurting, which just made her wonder, again, all of why this was happening. What gave him such a headache so early in the morning when he hadn't even done anything? When he squeezed her hand back in response as well, she moved her eyes down to look at there connected hands, her thumb caressing the back of his hand, something that she did often when she was either bored and holding his hand or just wanting to comfort him. It helped sooth her nerves a bit, however when he mentioned about staying at the hospital she started thinking back to what the nurse had said. They wanted William to stay, just because they didn't know what was wrong and because he passed out, to which worried her as well because what if something happened back at the apartment again? They already took one ambulance that was no doubt expensive, and she didn't want to have to take another one.

"I know. They told me that too." Of course, Hope wanted to reason that nothing would happen to him again and that it would be fine to go back to the apartment, especially when she thought about the cost that they would be given if he had to stay here for another day, but while she reasoned with that in her mind, she didn't want to take the chance with that. "I think..." She paused before she sighed. "I think you should stay, especially if they think you need to. I know you don't want to stay here, and believe me you know I don't want you to be here either, but I think it may be best. If only just so that you can get your strength back and to get rid of that headache, and so that they can see why that happened to you." Her brows furrowed as she spoke before another sigh came past her lips. "I don't want something happening to you again in the apartment." The last statement had been soft, whispered almost as she shook her head.
 
William was a little disappointed that Hope thought he needed to stay here. At the same time, he wasn't really surprised. The doctors were doctors for a reason... he just didn't want to. He didn't want to with a burning passion, but he sighed and gave in. He wouldn't argue with Hope. He had no real reason to not stay and every reason TO stay. He was, he had to admit, a little worried about the cost of all of this. He and Hope made enough to get by together, but any extra expense always took a tole. Luckily he had insurance with his job, but it was just a teacher's insurance and didn't cover a whole lot. He had managed to give all of that information to the doctors, or as much as he could remember. It wasn't like he'd committed to memory his insurance card. But he knew what he had, his name, and birth date and apparently that was enough to at least look it up.

"Alright..." He said softly about staying here. That was that then. It was a little strange, to be in a hospital bed when he felt fine except for his head. But he HAD passed out, and that last nose bleed had been pretty bad too. William sighed again, switching topics as he looked up at her. "How are you, then?" He knew she must be uncomfortable being here, but she said she wouldn't leave him. She would have to at some point though. They would both need some things from home, and Jazzy would need to be fed and let out.
 
Good. At least he wasn't arguing with her against the matter, something she felt she would have done had she been in his situation, but nevertheless she just nodded her head and replied with a soft okay. At least there wasn't the soft beeping that normally came from the heart monitors, mostly because they hadn't hooked him up to any at that point, but at least she didn't have to hear the constant ticking noise of of. That, she knew, would have unnerved her all the more about the situation. But she took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second before she opened them up, and then looked back at William just in time for him to ask if she was doing alright. "I'm okay. Just a little... Freaked out right now. You scared me back then when you passed out, and I think you might have scared Jazzy as well." The thought of Jazzy only served to remind Hope that she was going to have to go back to the apartment at some point so that she could take her to use the bathroom and feed her, something that she hadn't done that morning because she had expected William to do that, since he normally did.

As a matter of fact, she would probably have to go a little earlier if only so that the dog wouldn't use it on anything in the house. She knew that Jazzy was a good dog, and she was trained very well, but she knew that there was only so long that the dog could hold it for, just like a human, without letting go on oneself. Now Hope could feel her own headache beginning to form in her mind, but she doubted it was anything as bad as William's was. She ran a hand through her hair and took another breath. "I'll be fine; you don't have to worry about me. Just worry about getting better and soon you'll be able to come back home."

She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but soon enough the nurse came back into the room wanting to know what decision had been made about his situation. Hope said that they decided that he should say, to which the nurse gave a nod of his head. They wanted to hook him up to a few things, to which Hope had to leave the room, but she was back shortly after for a little bit more time. She wasn't sure how long vising hours ran for, but one of the nurses that had come into the room had mentioned something about it probably being best if she left so that William could get his rest. "Do you think I should head back?" She asked William as she turned to look at him, not wanting to leave, but again she remembered about Jazzy and how it had probably been too long for her to be alone like that. Not to mention the fact that as they were leaving she could sense the panic that came from Jazzy, and there was no doubt in Hope's mind that the dog might still feel frightened. There was a part of her that felt bad for leaving her like they had, but at that point there was nothing else she could do. "Do you want me to go home?"
 
This was certainly not how William had wanted to spend his weekend. He had a mind to call the school and ask for Monday off since he clearly wasn't going to do anything fun or even relaxing here at the hospital this weekend. He didn't though, and instead spent his time with Hope. He hadn't been surprised to learn that he'd freaked her out, and he mumbled an apology even if he knew she would shush him and tell him it wasn't his fault. He knew it wasn't his fault either.

Just like even though Hope told him not to worry about her, they both knew that he would. Even with himself in the hospital, he couldn't help but to worry about her. How could he not? It was when the nurse came back and hooked him up to some machines and then told Hope she should go that he began to feel a little anxious. Hope was asking him, and it was an incredibly hard question to answer. He pursed his lips a little. "I.... I don't want you to go home but... Jazzy...." He did worry about his little dog. He remembered her frantic barking too, and she was probably scared and hungry and needing to go to the bathroom if she hadn't already. "You... could go and come back, maybe? Bring me some clothes and my phone and wallet and my notebook?" he asked. The notebook was so that he could at least have something to do if he got bored. If he had his phone he could at least text Hope when she had to leave again, so long as his headache wasn't too bad for it.
 
At his suggestion of leaving and then coming back with a few things for him to have while he was there, Hope nodded her head and went to stand for the chair. "Yeah, I can do that. I'll go back home, check on Jazzy, get your things, and then I'll be back. Okay?" She leaned in to give him a light kiss on the cheek before she pulled back and started to step out of the room, though she desperately did not want to. She turned back and gave another look to William and the nurse that stood next to him before she bit her lip and turned away and started walking down the hall. He would be fine, she continued to tell herself. She would be back quickly, and then she would stay for as long as they would let her, and then tomorrow they would get the test back to see that he was healthy and normal. They would say that this was some fluke accident and something that happened every once in a while to people, but because it happened he would have to ease off on his normal activities for a little bit. That would work, Hope figured. That could work out, and then soon he would be back to his normal self.

Hope ended up having to call a taxi to take her back to the apartment, which just tacked more time onto her being away from William which was beginning to upset her. It had taken about thirty five minutes for the cab to get there, to which she hopped in and told the driver where to take her, and then it took another thirty minutes to get back to the apartment complex, though it seemed to have taken such a long time. How had the ambulance been able to get to the hospital so quickly?

When she made it to the door she quickly unlocked it before she opened the door, instantly coming upon Jazzy who was at the door already, barking and jumping as she looked up at Hope. "It's okay, it's okay. Shh..." Bending down, she rubbed Jazzy's face and scratched behind her ears as she tried to calm the dog down. She could feel the dog trembling, the feeling breaking Hope's heart as well but she quickly stood back up and headed to where her leash was at. "Come on; I know you must have to go out." They hadn't spent that much time outside, only enough time for Jazzy to do her business before they were back in the house. Hope headed into the kitchen and filled Jazzy's water bowl and food bowl up before she went over to the counter and grabbed the bowl of half eaten oatmeal that she had left there that morning. She dumped the contents of the bowl out before she went to wash it, turning her head to look at Jazzy to see that she was beginning to munch on her food, though with not the usual vigor that she normally ate with. And really the dog had only eaten half of her food before she was finished and looked towards Hope, to which she tried to persuade the dog into eating the rest of the food, but when that didn't seem to work Hope brushed the matter off for the time being.

After the bowl had been cleaned, Hope walked into the bedroom with the laptop, herself putting it on the charger once she made it into the room. She went to the drawers then and grabbed out a pair of clothes for William so that he could wear out of the hospital when he would be released, and after packing all of that into a little bag that held it all she went to the bathroom, grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and then went to grab his notebook, phone, and wallet. She took a second to look at everything to make sure that she had everything, biting her lip before she nodded her head and started out of the apartment again, stopping when she heard Jazzy's barking. "I know Jazzy, I'm worried about him too. But I'll be back shortly, okay?" And with that she was gone, except this time she took her own car and drove back to the hospital.

When she got back she went down the halls that she remembered going down before, but before she did she stopped at the nurses station first and asked for William's room, just so that she could know which one it was since she hadn't really remembered which number he had been given. The nurse directed her on where to go, but then told Hope that if she wasn't family she only had twenty minutes left before visiting hours were up. That upset her, but she nevertheless nodded her head and went back to William's room, knocking on the door lightly before she opened it, seeing William still in the same position that he was in. "Hey," she spoke softly as she walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. "I got everything that you wanted me to get you; it's all in this bag." She held the bag up to show him as she went to sit in the chair. "How are you feeling? They said I only have about twenty minutes left to be here, so I'm sorry it took me so long to get back."
 
William kissed Hope's cheek back when she left and then sighed. He hated that she had to go, but he decided to just try and sleep. That way it would seem like less time that she was gone. Just after she left, however, another nurse came in with a plate of food, telling him it was lunch time. William sighed and ate about half of it before he went to sleep.

His sleep was not exactly restful. The machines he was hooked up to was annoying, and every time a nurse came in to do something he was woken up. How anyone was supposed to rest and get better here he had no idea. Still, William tried his best to just go to sleep. If he could get to a decent sleep he might be able to block out all the other noises. Eventually he gave up and just waited for Hope. He wondered how Jazzy was doing, and if Hope was on her way back yet. He fiddled with the thing on his finger that was keeping track of his heart rate but was careful not to pull it off on accident, and then he fiddled with the blanket that was over top of him. He was bored. He was just thinking about turning on the tv, since his headache had lessened considerably, when the door to his room opened again. He was relieved to see Hope had come back, and he sat up a little more.

"Hi." William smiled as she came towards him, but it slowly lessened when she told him that she could only be here for another twenty minutes. That did not make him so happy. He nodded as she explained all of his stuff was in the bag and then reached for it, putting it on his lap for now but not opening it. "I'm feeling better." He told Hope, deciding to answer her question about how he was feeling first. "My headache doesn't hurt as much as it did... Its not your fault it took a while." He shrugged. He'd have to get over her not being here in twenty minutes. "This place is ridiculous to get sleep in..." He complained. "How was Jazzy? Was she scared?"
 
Hope let William take the bag and set it on his lap, herself leaning forward in the chair a bit as she scooted a little closer to the bed. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stay there much longer, but that didn't mean that she couldn't be close to him for the time being. "That's good to hear. Really good, actually." She gave a bit of a hopeful smile at that, happy to hear that his headache was beginning to go away. That must mean that things were going well, or at least that what she figured it meant, but she nevertheless gave him a sympathetic smile when he mentioned that it was hard to get any sleep in this place. She wasn't surprised to hear that, though it's not like they could really do much about that, given how he was stuck here for the time being. Tomorrow, though, he would be back home, he would be able to sleep in his own bed, and then everything would be alright. Or, at least, that was what she wanted to believe. No, it was what she was going to believe.

Again, she nodded to herself before she looked back over to his face, her lips tilting down into a frown when he asked about Jazzy. "Yeah, she was pretty scared," she said, biting the inside of her cheek afterwards. "She didn't eat much of her food either when I filled her food bowl up, but at least she didn't use the bathroom anywhere in the apartment." Well, actually she wasn't so sure about that fact. While she hadn't smelled or seen anything while she was running around the apartment trying to put things away and get William's things so that she could head back to the hospital, she hadn't really been paying attention or trying to look for anything that Jazzy might have done. But she felt as if the fact was true; either way, she didn't want to tell him otherwise least he start to stress about it. "I think she was just worried because you didn't come in the door with me. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you tomorrow though." She tried to give him a wide smile, but it didn't work out. The corners of her lips fell before she sighed and reached for William's hand again. "Have the nurses or doctors told you anything yet?"
 
William was a little sad to hear about Jazzy being so scared when she'd come back. She was a good dog, and even if this had turned out to be nothing he thought it was good that she had gone to get Hope and hadn't let her leave. He might have passed out in his own blood or something. Jazzy was observant and she would obviously do her best to help him. He wanted her to be comfortable. He took Hope's hand in his own again, just wanting to touch her. He was going to miss her at night. They'd only been together for a few months but he had gotten used to sleeping with Hope, being able to hold her and wake up to her.

"I'll be happy to see her tomorrow too." He agreed. When she asked about an update on his health he shook his head. "They haven't." He responded. "How early do you think they'll let you in tomorrow? I... don't really want to know anything before you do." He admitted. If it was something bad then he wanted Hope to be there so that they could support each other. And if it was something good then he could leave right away with her and maybe get something to celebrate. William would never admit it, and he did a good job of not showing it, but he was scared. If it was something serious... he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Try and get through it, of course, but...

Being here, it made William uneasy. He'd only ever been in a hospital once before. He had been very young, and it was when he'd had that infection and then promptly found out he was allergic to penicillin. Whatever was wrong with him - IF there was something wrong with him - he hoped he wouldn't be allergic to the immediate cure. He was thinking about calling his parents... but decided to wait until after he knew what was what tomorrow. No sense in getting them worried if it turned out to be nothing. He'd let them know if it was nothing or something, half because trips to the hospital were expensive and he wasn't ashamed to ask for help and half because it was natural for him to let them know when things were going on in his life. "I'm glad you're here... even if you have to go back soon..."
 
When William grabbed onto her hand, Hope brought their hands up before she turned his around so that the back of his hand was facing her, herself then leaning forward to kiss the back of his hand lightly. It was a nice gesture, one that Hope hoped would get him to calm down a little bit. When she pulled her lips away from his hand, she leaned back a little and looked at him, frowning when he mentioned that they still hadn't told him anything yet about what was going on. Apparently they didn't know, and while she remembered the nurse saying that they would have the results back by the morning at the latest, she was getting anxious and she just wanted to know. But she knew that she couldn't pester for answers especially if they didn't know anything, and for the fact that she wasn't family. It just made her wonder whether or not they would even tell her if something was really wrong when they found out. Sure, she knew that she had been told about how he was doing now, but it's not like they gave her any specific information.

"I don't know," she answered back to him with the shake of her head. "I'll check and see when visiting hours are, and as soon as I know I'll be here as early as I can." There was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't be getting much, if any, sleep that night, so Hope knew that she would be ready to go in the morning as soon as she was able to. There was a part of her that wanted to bring Jazzy, just so that she could reassure the dog that William was okay, except she knew that she couldn't do something like that, mostly because dogs weren't allowed in the place but also because she knew that Jazzy would probably be more stressed about the matter if she did that. But when he mentioned that he was happy that she was there, Hope couldn't help but smile at that. "I wish neither of us had to be here in the first place, especially you. But you'll be back home soon, and then we can forget all about this. Maybe we can even laugh about it in the future."

The twenty minutes seemed to tick on quickly, much quicker than Hope had thought. The two carried on a few little conversations throughout the time, though Hope generally was quiet as she tried to make sure that the headache didn't resurface in William. But as soon as one of the nurses came into the room, Hope sighed as she turned to look at the woman, frowning when she said that it was time for her to go. The woman also mentioned that she could come back at nine a.m. when visiting hours started, to which Hope nodded her head but was still disappointed nonetheless. She didn't want to leave William; she had grown so used to seeing him every night that now she couldn't imagine herself not doing that. But she knew that she had to. "I'll be back in the morning, okay? You be good for the people here."
 
William was comforted that Hope said she'd be here first thing, even if she didn't know when that might be. "I'm going to tell the doctors to wait until you get here." He informed her. He'd already given them permissions to talk with Hope about his medical condition, although they'd said nothing to either of them so far. He wished neither of them were here too, but since he was he was glad that Hope was too. Even if she'd had to miss her photo shoot. He wouldn't have held it against her if she had gone, but only because he'd told her to.

He enjoyed their quiet conversations as the 20 minutes ticked by. It seemed to go a lot faster to William also, which was a little unfair. Just like how the last 20 minutes of work always seemed to go so slowly. Still, when the nurse came in he sighed and then mustered up a smile so that Hope maybe wouldn't worry so much. "Yes, mom." he teased her gently. "See you tomorrow..." Bright and early at 9am. He was ready for the doctors to tell him it wasn't anything serious and that he could go home. He just really wanted to go home.

Once Hope left, William felt more down than he had before. Opening up the bag, he set his wallet on the table next to him and then got out his notebook and a pencil. Flipping to a clean page, he started composing, and it was definitely about what had just happened. He might never even play this song for real, he just needed to get it out. Writing this song was like William's way of journaling. At the very top corner of the page once he was done he dog eared it. He did that to most of the songs he would likely never actually play. The private ones, not for anyone's ears except, MAYBE, his own.

Dinner came in the form of mashed potatoes, broccoli, and chicken. William picked at it even though the nurse who had brought it tried to encourage him to actually eat it. Mostly he just ate the mashed potatoes and left the rest. He didn't like broccoli even when he had an appetite. The chicken he had left solely because he still wasn't hungry. He knew it was dangerous, what he was doing. He knew he wasn't eating as much as he should, but it was hard to force himself to eat when he didn't feel like it. Maybe once he got out of the hospital he would try to eat better again. He was pretty conscious of what went into his stomach health-wise, so now he'd have to be conscious of what went in portion-wise too. William had never counted calories. He had a good metabolism and he exercised like crazy, but now he might have to start counting just to make sure he got enough.

Once dinner was finally taken away, William worked on some of the other songs in his book. He texted Hope that his dinner was tasteless and that she could make things way better than that. He texted her about pretty much anything else besides the hospital after that. He texted her mostly to get his mind off of where he was, composing in between texts. Finally it was time for bed. He texted her goodnight and then tried to get some sleep.

Like earlier, he slept awfully, but the hospital seemed to quiet some as the night progressed. At least that was nice. He woke up bright and early the next morning and waited for Hope. The doctors said they had results in, but he'd made them wait too like he told Hope he would. He was anxious though. He almost wished he hadn't waited. They had already unhooked him from all the machines in the morning and William took that as a good sign. All he had to do was wait for Hope, get told he could go home, change, and then actually go home. He just had to wait first.
 
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