Warrior Girl

Dylan + Emma

= Dylemma 3

Chapter One

Freaking Warrior

There's a 50/50 chance of a patient's body either accepting or rejecting a new pair of lungs during a lung transplant. If the body accepts the lung, the patient's life expectancy will increase by a couple years or more, depending on the circumstances. If the patient's body rejects the lungs, then the results could be fatal.

Okay, so, maybe reading articles online about lung transplant wasn't the best idea to do the night before my surgery. But I think in some type of weird way it gave me comfort to know I'm not alone in this, although right now I seriously feel like it.

I laid in the hospital bed, staring up at the pale white ceiling. I heard the sound of heart monitors, doctors and nurses talking, and fellow patients nearby. The sounds of the hospital almost numbed me, but I know deep down I was terrified of all of this. I didn't want to die, I had so much life left in me, and in some way I hoped my body realized that as well and accepted my new lungs. In all honesty, I wasn't even sure if I was doing this for me, I felt like I was going through with this more for my dad, number one. But also for my friends like Norman, Norma, and Dylan….I suppose we were friends, I honestly did not know what we were, I hoped we were more than friends, that kiss we shared yesterday really made me believe so.

But then again, I suppose I should be more concerned with a life changing or threatening procedure as opposed to whether or not Dylan is my boyfriend.

Priorities, Emma. Priorities

My thoughts were broken when a nurse pulled the curtain aside.

"Hello Miss Decody, how are you doing?" She asked softly, as she checked to make sure I was all ready for the procedure.

I shrugged softly, taking a breath, "I'm okay. Nervous, but okay." I mumbled, the nurse gave me a reassuring smile.

"I understand sweetheart, but transplants are kinda our thing. We're good at them. No need to be nervous!" She laughed softly, I smiled weakly and thanked her.

She looked at her watch then back at me, "We're going to be taking you back into the operation room in about fifteen minutes, darling." The nurse said then walked out.

I felt as if my heart had just stopped.

Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes until either a better life or death.

I took a deep breath, but I could feel my heart beat faster and my breath begin to pick up almost to a full blown panic attack…they warned me not to allow this to happen, I tried to focus on my breathing, if I were to have a panic attack now it may delay the surgery, but I couldn't stop it, I heard myself panting and I was gasping for air even though I was surrounded by oxygen, it didn't feel like oxygen was enough right now.

Suddenly my phone that was sitting on the table beside me began vibrating, causing the wooden table to make a loud noise. I quickly reached over and grabbed it, answering it, not even bothering to see who it was, my mind was far from being in the right place right now.

"Hello." I managed to blurt out, still fighting for air, I was at the peak of a panic attack at this point.

"Emma." Dylan said softly, my breathing slowed. It was almost as if just hearing his voice calmed me down completely, as cliché and slightly obsessive that sounded. I could breath fine again, well as fine as I breathed considering my condition.

"Dylan, hey." I said weakly, that panic attack took a lot of my energy away from me, also nerves are great cardio.

"Hey, everything going okay?" He asked, I smiled wide. Glad he wasn't here to be able to see how happy he made me just by calling me.

"Oh yes, everything's going swell." I said sarcastically, I knew he'd caught onto my sarcasm because I heard him laugh softly at my tone of voice.

"Alright, well good." He muttered, "Is the hospital nice?" He asked, his voice cracking at the last word, I could sense the awkwardness he was feeling. Because what do you say to a girl who is about to go through a major surgery after just kissing her the day prior?

"It's beautiful, Dylan. Just breath taking. My room has an ocean view, there's an open bar downstairs in the lobby, and an all-you-can-eat buffet, too." I muttered, Dylan laughed. I liked his laugh, it was cute.

"I really like your laugh." I said, then immediately realized what just came out of my mouth. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that." I said, putting my hand up to my head, embarrassed.

"It's fine, you don't need to apologize. I like your laugh too, and your smile." Dylan said, my cheeks turned red, I could feel them.

Then I heard him clear his throat, "Damn. I see what you mean, I can't believe I just said that either." He muttered, I couldn't help but smile and feel less embarrassed.

"Well, I'm glad you did. Thank you." I said softly, thinking back to the way his lips felt on mine, I couldn't help it, not that I'd ever tell him that.

"So, you nervous?" He asked me, I sighed softly, he had distracted me from my nerves this long, but I couldn't help but feel sick again when he mentioned it.

"Terribly, actually." I said sadly, my hands shook a little, "I don't want to die, Dylan..." I murmured, I wouldn't have allowed myself to seem so vulnerable to anyone besides Dylan, because I had shown him how scared I was in the past and he always made me feel better, without judging me.

"You won't die, Emma." He said softly, his voice nurturing in a way.

"You don't know that though." I responded, looking down, feeling broken.

"I do, Emma. I know you won't die, because you're a fighter." He spoke softly, "I meant what I said yesterday, you are a freaking warrior." He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

Yesterday.

I had thought about that moment with us by the lake and him comforting me, then kissing me. I had thought about that moment at least a hundred times last night and today. I wanted to mention it further so bad, but I was so nervous, but then again…if I did die, at least I'd die with an answer to the many questions I had for him.

"About yesterday…" I trailed off, not sure what to say about it, I was hoping he'd finish my sentence even though I wasn't even sure what I was trying to say.

"Oh, you mean, the kiss?" Dylan asked, he sounded so calm, so cool. He was always so calm, so cool.

"Yeah…but you don't have to answer if you don't want." I said softly, feeling too pushy for asking. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I brought it up." I sighed softly.

"Emma, you're fine. I promise." Dylan replied, "I want to talk about it, too." He stated, "After your back home tomorrow I'll come over and we'll talk in person." He explained, I tried to hide my impatience. I didn't want to wait until tomorrow to talk about the kiss, I kinda wanted answers now. But I understood.

"Deal?" Dylan asked, his voice sincere.

"Deal." I said softly with a light smile. The nurse walked in and I looked up, she saw that I was on the phone and smiled softly.

"We're ready to take you back, Miss Decody." She whispered, I nodded.

As much as I didn't want to get off the phone with Dylan, I knew I had to.

"Dylan, the nurse is here, I have to go." I sighed nervously. I want to talk to him for so much longer, about so many things or even nothing. I was fine with talking about nothing with him.

"Alright." He said softly, he sounded disappointed and that made me smile, knowing he was as bummed as myself. "Emma," He asked.

"Yes, Dylan?" I responded.

"Don't be nervous. You're going to be fine. You're going to accept those lungs like a champ and be able to take on the world." He said, I laughed and he laughed with me.

"Thank you, seriously. You've really made me feel better." I smiled, I genuinely felt relieved.

"I'll see you soon, Emma." Dylan said, then I hung up. The nurse came over and did a few last minute things.

Just talking to Dylan made me feel so much better. I was actually ready for this surgery, and even if I died because of my body rejecting the lungs, at least I'd die knowing that I was a freaking warrior.

I hope you guys like it. If you could leave a review so I know if it's worth continuing? That'd be wicked! (: Thanks.

I'm pretty obsessed with Emma and Dylan right now, so I'm excited to be writing this!

xxxx