My love and my mate.

Next.

Blake:

 We had gotten her to the hospital in time.

On the way they had started a blood transfusion and restarted her heart twice as it had stopped, my Mate, my Molly, was dead for roughly ten seconds. And in that ten seconds, I got a glimpse of what my life would be like without her. It was dark, cold, and it was terrifying. And I never wanted to go through that ever again, because being without Molly was painful. It hurt, like somebody had stuck a vise on my heart, and with every second of silence from her own heart it grew tighter. They got Molly to the hospital, but not before she slipped into a coma.

They placed her on a pure white hospital bed and hooked her up to a bunch of machines that hummed and buzzed and bleeped. I only left her side to shower or to use the toilet, both of which I did in the hospital. The nurses brought me food and water, and kept me up to date on what was going out outside of the four white walls I had been in for weeks, not that I cared. I just wanted Molly, I wanted her to be okay. At night I held her hand, whispered how much I loved her, and slept right by her side, holding onto her slender, soft hand.

During the day I read her books, played her music, sometimes I just talked to her for hours. Everybody came in to see her, Jake, Kendall, Oliver, Haven, my parents, Aunt Jenna, Jake's parents- even his mum-, Luca, and loads of other people I didn't know. The only person who didn't come to see Molly was her aunt Lena and her two daughters, Hope and Tanya. I cringed at the very thought of them.

I looked over at the shitty card they had sent her and shook my head, it was plain and cheap with no emotion in the words it held. I found myself getting angry at the three of them, there they were ignoring and neglecting Molly while I was here wanting nothing more than to have her safe and well and in my arms. 

 I scooted my chair closer to Molly's bed and took her hand in my bigger one, stroking my thumb over her knuckles.

Don't let go, don't leave, you can survive this.

They had put Noah in a special hospital where they tested for any sign of mental instability, and found none. How he could kidnap Molly, cut her, and almost kill her without being completely and utterly insane I had no idea. He went to court and was charged with Involuntary attempted manslaughter. 

My tears fell onto Molly's pale hand, my sobs not heard my anybody but myself. I wanted to see her smile, hear her light little laugh, her soft little giggles, to see her scowl or glare at me- I would have happily welcomed any of those things. I let go of her hand reluctantly and got up, leaving to go to the bathroom.

I walked down the dark corridor and, in my half awake state, walked straight into Kendall, Jake and Oliver. I mumbled a small apologise and walked straight past them, not even recognising them. Once I'd finished in the bathroom, splashed some water over my face I walked sadly back to Molly's hospital room, finding her sat up and laughing quietly at something Oliver had said. She clutched onto Jake's and Oliver's hand, turning to smile happily at Kendall...until her eyes fell on me. A look of pain crossed her features and she let out a little sob. I went to rush to her side, but Oliver was quick to stop me. I glared at him, confused.

''We need to get the doctor, she's confused and as high as a kite right now, they've been giving her all sort of medication to make sure her body heals okay.'' He explained to me. I frowned, why should I have to do it? Why would I have to leave Molly to go and talk to some doctor? I forced myself to calm down, Molly was in pain, she needed help.

I ran out of the room, shouting for the doctor.

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It took a full hour for Jake and Oliver to convince her to let me in the hospital room I had been in for what seemed like forever, and another hour for the drugs she'd been given to wear out. I stepped back into the room, that seemed like a second home to me know, cautiously, looking at Molly with sorry eyes. Her wrists were still bandaged up, and her skin seemed pale, but she was still the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Tears welled up in my eyes as I took a small step forward, wanting so much to just wrap her up in my arms.

''Hey Blake.'' She said softly, her voice cracking with emotion as she looked at me. We stayed still for a few moments, staring into one anothers eyes before it became to much, I rushed to her and she opened her arms, embracing me in a hug so warm and familiar it made me cry. Molly sobbed into my shoulder and hugged almost as tightly as I was her.

''I'm so sorry Molly, I love you so much, I'm so sorry!'' I told her, holding onto her as if she was going to escape. ''I'll never be like that again, I'll always be there for you, I love you Molly, more than anything.'' My voice was barely a whispered at this point. She tangled her fingers in my hair and tried to pull me closer.

''I love you too Blake, more than words can say.'' She said softly, making my heart jump. Those few words, that single sentence was like ray of sunshine on a rainy day. I smiled, and laughed, and cried, holding onto my mate, my love, my beautiful Molly.

We embraced for a while, how long I don't know, and then we called the others back in.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

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Very short chapter, I know, and I'm sorry. There's just SO MUCH going on right now. Anyway, Molly isn't dead (I felt really evil about that) and things are looking up, or are they??????

DUN, DUN, DUN!

Anyway, I hope you lot liked it :)