Chapter 14!
Hello everyone! Long hiatus over. Officially. I know this took me way to long to update, but I finally did it. I had a really long writers block, and this might not be the longest chapter, but I think this may wrap everything up. As for my next story, I kinda have an idea. I just wanna dabble with it a little more, and that kinda stuff. Also, I fixed this story up some. Still aren't done. The one that took the most blow to my changes was chapter two and eight, and my new versions will be updated soon.
Skipper's POV

Whatever it was, I had never seen anything like it. It looked like a human almost, but it's skin was pitch black. It had blood red eyes, that seemed to be not eyes at all, but just eye sockets.

It lunged, and when I realized who it was after, I was conflicted. It was after Megan. The supposed spy.

Later on, I probably won't be able to tell you why I did it. For love? That sounds so stupid, like something Kowalski would say.

Then, if you remember all those times you wondered if she's the love of your life, you decide to fuck everyone elses words, and go by your gut.

I took a running start, and got right between her and the thing.

I couldn't explain what happened next, because I felt pain all over my body. All I can hear is someone screaming my name. Whoever it was, it was female.

Megans POV
I heard myself screaming again, and I shot up. I sighed. That damn nightmare kept coming back. I looked at the clock. Three AM. I'm giving up sleeping for the night.

I got up, and shivered. I always hated hospitals. I wasn't leaving though. No. There may be nothing wrong with me, but I'm staying for a reason. Annabella, my sister, Private, Rico, and Kowalski already left.

I opened the door, and snuck into the hallway. There were some nightshift nurses, but I think they were all to busy chatting amongst themselves to notice me. That, or they did indeed notice me and didn't care.

I went over to the staircase, and started jogging down to the third floor, myself being on the fourth.

I pressed my head against the door, and listened to see if anyone was around. Nope, clear.

I opened the door and moved my hair out of my face, and started walking through the empty halls. Every once in a while I had to hide from a security guard, but I've done things like this before. It was nothing special. I got to my destination a little faster then I hoped, but oh well.

I looked at the twin doors, and took a deep breath. Every single night, this took so much mental preparation.

Being as quite as possible, I pushed them open, and ran into the small room next to the doors. The guard, a huge guy who often talked to himself would come running. Saying the normal, "X never misses a runner."

Yeah, well X, you've been missing one for about a week and a half now. In the flesh. Literally.

I heard his footsteps come towards here, and I growled. Did I really need to knock him out? I didn't wanna do that, he was just doing his job.

I ran and hid behind the chair, and hoped he wouldn't walk in here. He didn't, thank god.

I ran to where a door should be, and looked for X. He was walking towards the door I came in though, so I took a chance.

I ran towards the nurses station, and ran into the room right near it, and wasn't even seen.

I let out a small sigh, and then shook my head. I just needed to get this out. Tonight, I made up my mind.

I slowly went over to the bed, trying my best not to cry.

Nothing had changed since I had last been here.

Skipper was still in a coma. All because of me. All because I hadn't just been a normal girl and locked the damn door that night. All because I had ran my mouth. All because I ran away from personal problems.

Wow, look at me. I'm saying me, me, me, when there's a guy in a coma here. Okay Megan, just do what you wanna do.

I took his hand in my own, and closed my eyes. This conversation would be different from all the others. Normally, I would tell him how everyone was doing.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I could feel the tears starting to leak from my eyes, but I didn't care.

"I'm sorry that this happened to you. You don't deserve this," I opened my eyes and looked at him. When I first met him I would never think I would miss those piercing ice blue eyes, let alone that grin he wore when he had a plan.

"You don't deserve anything that happened to you. I may not know a lot about your past, but I know you've had it hard, and god I wish I didn't make things harder. Half of me wishes you weren't nice enough to do this," I wiped the tears away with my free hand, and tried my hardest to stop.

I took a deep breath and tried my hardest to finish this.

"I don't know weather or not it's true that everyone can hear everything when they are in a coma. If this really is true, do your best to listen okay? You…you have to pull through for everyone. For your team, your friends outside of it, for…for me."

Okay, how about I just let myself cry. Yeah, that sounds nice. I haven't done this since I was fourteen. I forgot how good it felt.

"I remember a few weeks ago you…when you kissed me. I was so stupid. I just thought I was gonna get hurt…I tried so hard to blindsind myself from my true feelings, then you turn around and do what you did. You really don't give up, do you?" I let out a small laugh, remembering all the times Skipper being his stubborn self.

"You make it so hard not to care about you. It wasn't true you know…what he said about me being some spy…when I left the apartment those times I was either at the bookstore drowning myself in Fiji water and books, or I was in the park."

Okay, Megan, your getting off topic.

"My point is, I care about you Skipper. I care about you so much. I wish it was me, not you. It's my fault this all happened. Please…just please don't leave me." I took another deep breath, and I mentally asked for something, anything to prove he was waking up, and was gonna come back. That old movie cliché where whoevers in a coma starts waking up because you talked or whatever. I was desperate.

I stayed there silent for a minute, and I realized nothing was gonna happen. I took another deep break and let go of his hand.

I went to the doorway, and then stopped myself.

I turned and looked at him, and I finally said what I think was the main idea of everything I said.

"To cut to the point, in case you still don't know, I love you Skipper."

I turned and went back to my place in the hospital, doing my best to keep the tears from coming.

Sadly, it didn't work.

Yeah...sadish chapter. I'm proud of it though. Thanks to hmbird11, who was basically a beta reader for this. Also, if your a romance fan biting your nails right now, keep biting. I am going to put you on a roller coaster ride. Anyways, after this, one more chapter, and bam. Story over. Bye!