Y/n laughed at something I said but quickly stopped, wincing in pain and clutching the side of her stomach where her stitches were.
"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She responded, putting on a fake smile in which I saw directly through.
I waited a second again, deciding to take her word for it. After about a minute of waiting, I started to relax again. However, just as I felt as though everything was truly okay, Y/n clutched her stomach again and let out a whine. Her face contorted and she rolled onto her side, gripping her stomach tighter as tears started to fall down her face.
I quickly got up and ran out of the room.
"Hey, can we get a doctor in here?! I need a doctor!" I yelled from the doorway.
I hurriedly ran back over to Y/n's bedside as monitors started to rapidly beep and doctors started to rush into the room.
I was pushed out of the way of one of the doctors. I stood a few feet away from the foot of Y/n's bed. My breathing was quick and tears slid down my face as I waited for the doctors to say what was wrong with Y/n.
"We need to get her into surgery, now!" One of the doctors stated loudly.
What's going on? What the hell is happening? She was fine ten minutes ago! What the hell is going on!?
The doctors hurrriedly wheeled Y/n's bed out of the room and rushed down the hallway.
"What is going on? Is she okay? What's happening?" I asked frantically while following one of the doctors out of the room.
"We aren't exactly sure right now." He replied.
"What the hell do you mean, "you aren't exactly sure?"" I yelled.
"It means exactly how it sounds."
The docors pushed Y/n's bed through the double doors of the room they would be working on Y/n in. The man I was talking to walked in as well. I tried to walk as close to him as possible and walk in the room with him but two nurses held me back.
"Sir, you aren't allowed in there." One of the nurses spoke, pushing me away from the doors.
I jerked away from her touch and backed against the wall, sliding down it as tears fell down my face and I ran my hand through my hair. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my casted arm on them before placing my head on it and letting out shaky breaths.
She's going to be okay. She's going to be okay. No she's not. This is all my fault. It should be me in there and not her. I can't lose her. I love her.
I lifted my head up and pressed the back of it to the wall, closing my eyes tightly as I choked back sobs.
"Peter, what's going on?" May rushed over and placed a hand on my shoulder.
A sob escaped my lips when I tried to speak. Followed by another...and another. Until I was having a full on breakdown and May was sitting beside me
"I-I don't know what happened. She was fine t-ten minutes ago, May. We were just talking and then she-she laughed and her face dropped. S-She said she was fine but she wasn't...S-She lost all of her color and h-her hands gripped her stomach tightly as she whined and winced in pain. I felt so useless. I-I couldn't help her. I had to stand there and watch as the doctors rushed her out of the room and wouldn't tell me w-what was happening."
May rubbed her hand up and down my back as I cried into her shirt.
"I don't want to lose her, May." I whispered, my voice cracking.
"It's going to be okay, Pete. She'll be okay." May responded, resting her head on top of mine as she placed one of her hands on the back of my head.
We sat like that for a few minutes before I pulled out of the embrace and wiped the tears off my face. May placed a kiss on my forehead and stood up, as did I. She placed a hand on my shoulder as we walked back into Y/n's now empty room.
I sat down in one of the chairs and flung my legs over the armrest, resting my back against the other. I rested my head on the back of the chair and closed my eyes, but I did not go to sleep.
May made sure I was okay before heading out of the room, coming back a few minutes later with a sandwich for me to eat. She handed it to me but I shook my head and pushed it away.
I wasn't hungry.
I was too busy worrying about Y/n to do anything but stare into space or at the darkness behind my closed eyelids.
No doctors or nurses came into the room while I was awake. Nobody came to check up on us or tell us anything that was going on with Y/n. It was only May and I for right now, sitting in silence as we waited for someone, anyone, to tell us anything about Y/n's condition.
But they never came in.
Not until seven hours later.
May had fallen asleep and I was lost in thought, silent tears slipping down my cheeks as I curled into myself in the chair, not realizing one of the doctors had walked into the room.