AN: Aha, wow. K so it's been like forever, and I'm sorry, Im so terrible, aren't I? I've had like no time and tomorrow I leave straight after 'work' for my bro's skating competition and I get back Sunday night but then I leave to New York on the Thursday and don't get back until like Monday afternoon, I don't think I'll have time to write in between and I won't have internet while I'm away. Sorry!!! I'm not sure how many chapters are left, I don't know what else to write and school's starting soon and I dont know how much time I'll have to write once it picks up again. Anyways, it's been so long you might have to go back and read the chapter but I hope you like it still and enjoy :) Review please, they make my day =D x3
Chapter 12
(Miley's POV)
He did not just walk out on me. He had been begging me to open up to him, but when I did, when I finally let him in, when I finally accepted him, he walked out. If I wasn't so weak right now, I'd yell after him, I am not about to lose him. I lifted my hand, the one that wasn't dangling off the bed waiting for Nick to reclaim it, and wiped away my tears, only to realize it had an IV sticking out of it.
What had happened to me? I looked around me, only just understanding the fact that I was lying in a hospital bed. I mean, before I hadn't really thought about where I was, just what was happening. Last I remember I was in the Grey's kitchen, and then, and then I fainted. But, why? I had no clue, why had no one explained this to me! Just then Demi walked in.
(Demi's POV)
I walked into Miley's hospital room to see her lying there looking like a lost puppy. What had Nick told her!
"Miles, hun, are you okay?" I said, rushing over and sitting in the chair placed beside her bed.
"What happened?" she whispered to me, weakly.
"Nick didn't tell you?"
"I was asleep."
'Oh no!' I thought, I didn't even know the full story. Nick is the one who should be doing this, goddamn that child for being so love sick! I turned to Miley and saw the lost expression on her face. I had to tell her, it was only fair. And so I told her what the doctor told me and saw her eyes cloud over with tears.
"The doctor's waiting for test results to see what to do," I finished and shyly looked at Miley, anxious to hear her response. She opened her mouth to say something and the doctor walked in.
(Miley's POV)
"Ah, Miss Stewart, you're awake, good. Miss Lovato we're going to have to ask you to leave the room while we discuss this with Miss Stewart," the doctor said.
Demi got up to leave, but I reached out to grab her hand, "she can stay", I said to the doctor. I was not going to be left alone to be told my fate.
"We don't usually allow this, but just once won't harm anyone," the doctor stated, looking between the two of us. "Well Miss Stewart, your test results came back and it seems you have an increased level of a certain hormone that can cause the particular metal bonder in your heart cap to degrade. This hormone increase isn't in everyone, but is a normal happening in nature and there is nothing we can do about it. It's not dangerous in itself but if we were to replace the metal cap it would degrade again and that would be serious. We have decided we are going to remove the cap in surgery immediately and then send you home tomorrow."
"Will I be fine without it? I know my heart can work without it, but will I still be able to sing and dance and carry on as normal?" I questioned, nervously.
"You will have to take it easy for a while, let your heart recover from the stress that as recently been placed on it, but after that, as long as the activity isn't too strenuous, you should be okay. However, if you should feel anything wrong, come see me immediately."
I sighed in relief, I didn't want some stupid man from years ago, to ruin my life now.
"We're going to take you up to surgery now then," the doctor said, and Demi left the room, presumably to tell the others what was going on. I felt my self being moved and pushed towards an elevator and taken up into a room.
~xoxox~
I opened my eyes and immediately squinted against the sun streaming in through a window at the far end of the room. I looked to my right and saw Nick and Demi asleep on the couch against the wall. I took a look at the clock on the wall, '7:49', it said, I wonder what time I had the surgery last night. I contemplated waking Nick and Demi up, but one look at how tired they were made me decide against it. I tried to sit up in bed but was met with excruciating pain from beneath my heart. I tried to look and see my scar but it was much too painful. I settled for lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
~xoxox~
(Nick's POV)
I woke up with a start, not really remembering the dream that caused me to be so scared. I glanced at the watch on my left wrist; '9:12'. 'Miley', I thought. I lifted my body into an upright position on the couch and looked over at Miley's bed, only to find her staring at me with an intense expression on her face. I smiled and she returned the gesture. My immediate thought was whether she was okay, but then I recalled what happened before she went into surgery. I hope she wasn't mad at me; I was just so shocked that I couldn't stay and hear what else she had to say. I guess I had spent too long in my own thoughts for when I looked back at Miley she had a quizzical expression on her face. I decided to play it safe and not mention the incident last night.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, calmly, despite what I was feeling inside.
"Good, I guess, I mean under the circumstances, good." she mumbled back, "how about you?"
"Me? I'm not the one who just had surgery, Miles." I laughed.
"Yeah, but you stayed here the whole time, and that can't be a comfortable couch to sleep on, especially with Demi sharing it." she paused for a moment, "You know, I really appreciate it, I never thought I'd meet even one person who would be willing to sleep on a hospital couch just so they could be there when I woke up, and now I have two."
"It's cause we care about you, Miles. You know not everyone has an ulterior motive for being you friend?"
"Yeah, I know" she sighed, "it's just, with my life, it's hard to trust people, I can make friends, but it's hard to truly love someone, when all the people I have ever loved have been taken away from me."
"I won't leave, I told you I wouldn't and I won't."
"I know, and I believe you now," she gave me a weak smile. I heard an 'aww' come from beside me and turned away from Miley and mine's intense stare to see Demi looking between the two of us. She started giggling when I gave her a glare and Miley joined in when they saw the exasperated look on my face.
"Is there something I should know?" Demi asked, feigning innocence.
"No," I said, firmly.
"Actually, uhm, there is," Miley muttered looking at me for support.
'What?' I mouthed to her, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"Uhm, I need to tell you what happened," Miley stated, more confidently this time, "I need to tell you my story."
"About time," Demi muttered, sarcastically.
"Demi!" I yelled, "Shut up."
"I was just saying," Demi retorted.
"Yeah, well don't, this is serious."
"Wow, Mr. Grumpy much."
"Mrs. Bitchy much," I growled, angrily.
"Nick!" Demi cried out.
"Demi!" I growled back.
"Nicholas!" I heard Miley yell, sternly, silencing both of us, "I can take care of myself, let me talk to Demi, okay?"
"Okay," I replied.
"Alone." She responded.
"Oh," I said as stood up and walked out the door.