A/N: hi people. I'm pissed. I typed out almost the whole chapter on m IPad and I missed a misspelled word (we all know there's many, many errors) and I deleted the note. I kinda hate myself right now. This might be short. Also, this story is ending soon. Literally this is the last planned chapter I have. I think there'll be two more then an epilogue.
Chapter 25:
Clove sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Her cuts and bruises had been already taken care of. Cato had been rushed into surgery almost five hours before and she hadn't heard anything. The night's events kept repenting in her mind like a song on repeat.
Clove boulted up in alarm when she heard something fall in the other room. "What was that?" she asked. It would be an understatement if someone called her a bit paranoid.
"It's probably just Callie making her way outside to shit, Clove. Calm down" Cato said. His arms circled her waist and pulled her back down. "Your safe with me, Clove" he kissed her neck and then her lips as there was a second crash. Callie jumped onto Cato's bed. "Scare yourself, Cal?" he asked, petting the shaking dog's head.
There was a third crash and even Cato knew who it was. "How did she find us?" Clove whispered.
Doctor after doctor, surgeon after surgeon, came and left the waiting room over the next few hours. Some gave good news, others bad. None ever talked to Clove though. Not one ever said Cato's name. Not a single person talked to the crying girl all alone.
Cato's father, step-mother and siblings were on a plane, coming to San Francisco from New York, and Cato's mother didn't find the need to come until he was out of surgery. He was eighteen, after all. He didn't need his mother anymore apparently.
Clove's mother on the other hand was in the hands of the San Francisco Police department being tried for attempted murder and assault. Clove was glad her mother was behind bars but who knows how long she would be there.
Clove's mother ran into the room and lunged at Clove, the knife cutting her forehead. Blood poured from the wound as Clove tried to fight off her mother. The knife broke the skin on her arm and Clove was thankful for all of the martial arts training she had as she head butted her mother.
Cato tackled her off Clove and onto the floor and that's when he knife went in. Clove's mother plunged the knife into Cato's abdomen as he knocked her out.
"Oh my God, Cato!" Clove cried as she helped Cato onto the bed and applied pressure to the area around the knife. "i'm going to call 9-1-1, ok. Just don't die" she said and kissed his forehead before grabbing Cato's phone.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the woman on the other end asked.
"I need an ambulance. MY boyfriend has been stabbed and my mom tried to kill us."
It wasn't until hour nine that a doctor came and talked to Clove. "Hello, Clove, I'm Dr. Bailey. I'm one of the doctors in Cato's surgery."
"Is he ok?" Clove asked.
"He will live. There were some complications with his surgery but he is fine" the doctor told her.
"Can I see him?" Clove asked, a smile gracing her lips and her tears of fear and sadness were replaced by tears of joy.
"Yes you can go see him. He wake up for a while. He is in room 237."
Clove walked down the hallways until she reached room 237. She sat down in the chair next to Cato's bed and took his hand. His normally tan skin was a deathly pale and his hand was cold.
"I'm so sorry, Cato" Clove whispered, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "Just wakeup soon,ok."
A/N: if anyone can tell me where the room number reference is from you will win... something. I don't know, probably to help with the next chapter or something.