Something In Between

Chapter Twenty-Three

I lifted up my head and there he was. Jeremy Cover lying down uncomfortably on the long bed as a couple of nurses rushed him through the waiting room.

Mia's P.O.V.

I blocked the path of the nurses on instinct. "Can I have a word with my boyfriend?" The nurses exchanged hesitant looks before nodding in affirmation. They stepped back from the long bed and I allowed Mama Cover and Lucy have a quick talk with Jeremy. After a few tears were shed and a couple of stern order of not crying, it was my turn. 

I slowly dragged my Converse across the floor, causing it to screech annoyingly. I knelt down on the marble floor and cupped Jeremy's pale hands in mine. "You're going to be okay, alright? You are going to come jumping out of that room like Tiger and you are going to owe me that rain check." A smile broke free upon his gorgeous face and I had to fight the strongest urge to spill my tears in front of my love. 

"I'll do anything for a rain check and -" He paused to lean forward and press a fervent yet shaky kiss on my lips. "For Amelia Anderson," he whispered the last part as if magic came with it. I smiled at that statement, holding back the tears that threathened to spill. 

"Wait for me," he mumbled against my lips. 

"That's the best thing you've ever said to me, Cover." 

He chuckled lightly and pulled back. "I think it is," he mumbled in agreement. I pressed a few more kisses to his knuckles before pulling away. I didn't want to let him go. This whole week had made me realize that this boy right here was my miracle worker, my best friend, my love and my one and only. I couldn't bare the thought of watching him go into that room and have people take out his still beating heart. 

You gotta be reasonable about this, Mia. He'll be just fine, Angel Mia mused reassuringly. I drew in a deep breath, held my chin up and pushed my chest out. Jeremy was going to be fine, Jeremy was going to be fine, Jeremy was going to be fine. . . I mumbled repeatedly like a mantra in my head. All our friends gave Jeremy a few words of inspiration and after that, he was towed away into the E.R. He flashed me a wink and then, those blasted doors fell close behind the long bed that Jeremy was occupying. The red light above the doors flashed and everyone in the room fell dead silent. 

"Mia?" I swiveled my head around to meet my mother's kind brown eyes. I forced a smile upon my lips and blurted out my mantra. "Jeremy's going to be fine." 

Jeremy's P.O.V.

The room in the E.R. was evidently more pathetic than the rest of wards in the hospital. I shifted uncomfortably in my bed. Ask anyone but I never could sit still in one place. Lying down was simply asking too much. I know it was stupid to ask if I could sit up so I went against that idea. 

Since simply lying here was too much of a burden, I decided to view my surroundings. Plain white walls, white ceilings and everything white. I feel like I'm in heaven. Would it kill them to splatter a few colours here and there? It just feels like I know I'm going to die with the atmosphere. "I know it seems dead in here but I can assure you that you are not dying on anyone, boy." I turned my head to the side and met the doctor's warm chocolate eyes. 

Mia. . .

"It still doesn't stop it from feeling so darn depressing. And doctor, how sure are you that I'm going to survive?" With that out, I was presented with a hard smack on my IV hooked arm. My mouth gaped open as I clutched my 'supposedly injured hand'. "You are a doctor! You are not supposed to be hiting your patients," I exclaimed, feeling slightly hurt. She rolled her eyes, took the face mask from one of the nurses and put it on. "I'm a professional, boy. But when my patients are having negative thought, they might as well not try at all to get better," she stated in a stern tone. 

It was the first time I've heard her being so scary and it was surprisingly reassuring. 

"True that. So, can we get this -" I stopped midway when I saw a nurse handing Cynthia a pretty large needle. I was forced to gulp down the bile that suddenly rose at the sight of a syringe with a sharp needle. Maybe it was just me but I swear I saw the needle glinting under the blinding light. 

"Can I do this without the - that?" I pointed at the syringe in her hand. She chuckled at my fear and I felt embarrassed about it. No anger whatsover, simply embarressment. "I can't do the surgery with you awake or asleep, Jeremy. Now, just squeeze your eyes close and think about happy moments. Mia, your mom, Lucy and the people you love about," she suggested as she kneeled over me. I nodded, heaved out a sigh before closing my eyes. 

I felt a jolt of pain spike through my arm and all throughout my body. I was about to open my eyes but sooner than possible, they started to droop on their own accord and soon enough, I was in dreamland. 

. . .Or so I thought. 

The next chapter is gonna be very debatable but I'll do my best to make you happy! ;) <3