I'm so sorry for the updates always taking forever! It's totally not my fault.. this time my net broke (again). It's like the third time this year (ARGH!). So, it kinda took me a while to update this (again). But hopefully I've made up for it with my new chapter :) I tried to make it a bit longer, just for you guys who are reviewing and being very nice about my story :) So have fun reading! :)

I was suddenly unaware of what was happening; my vision was blurry and I realised I was crying. Just seeing her had made my emotions go haywire; I knew that, this time, she wasn't going to leave us in a healthy condition. She wanted to hurt us.

My heart jumped in my chest, beginning to beat so much faster than its usual pace. I wanted to scream out in fear, but my throat had constricted, and no words would come. I couldn't even breath; everything became struggle. I was struggling against no one and everyone. Struggling against myself.

There was a glint of silver. My heart stopped beating. My throat ripped open and screams were torn from my mouth. My cheeks were wet with my tears. I heard cruel laughter in my ears. Then she was gone.

And I was lying on the floor with blood all around me.

Not my blood. His.

"David," I called weakly, stroking his cheek. The blood was leaving his body and I could see the spark in his eyes waver slightly as he fought unconsciousness. "DAVID!"

I heard the scream, but I could barely tell it was my own voice. I felt another person pull me from my boyfriend as they checked his pulse. Then, instantaneously, everything was happening at once.

Everything and nothing.

I saw the flashing lights turn the corner but my eyes were staring listlessly into his green ones. My torso flooded with warmth when someone gently placed a blanket on my shoulders, yet I still shivered intensely, my brain not recognising the warmth. Someone was in front of my face and I could see his mouth moving, but I could hear no words. The world was spinning around me, yet I remained stationary; I was outside the world, stuck in my own existence. I didn't understand how my world was in so much jeopardy, possibly coming to an end, yet the world was continuing to exist.

"I'm his girlfriend," I blurted out, as the ambulance doors began to close. The police officer stares in my eyes, almost trying to look into my soul. He shouted something at another officer, and I catch the words "she", "shock", "hospital".

I didn't register getting into the car, but the warmth on my elbows told me the officer helped me get inside. I didn't register us moving through the streets, cars pulling to the side of the road as we pushed past. The officer was leading me again, into the hospital this time, and I was glad because I knew I wouldn't have the strength to walk. My heart was hammering in my ears, and a part of my brain wondered when it had restarted its beats.

The hospital seemed eerily quiet; as though the rest of the world had stopped being in pain in a silent vigil for my boyfriend. We wandered endlessly down corridors, one after the other, slowly yet quickly at the same time. We didn't stop at the desk; we slipped right past it, and my breath quickened in anticipation and fear.

The world was a picture of clarity, as I faced a door. The officer and I stared at it, both of us knowing what lied behind it. It merely felt like seconds since Katie had hurt David, but I knew that it was more like hours. I stared blearily at the door, my eyes dropping and another tear trickling down my cheek.

The police officer gently touched my chin, lifting my face so that I was looking at him. My eyes were sticky and my face felt hot and bloated; I'd shed too many tears that day. It was the first time I got to look into the face of the police officer, and I was surprised by what I saw. I thought the man would be old, caring for me like a father would a daughter. Instead, he was fairly young, in his late twenties, I assumed. He had a slight smile on his face and his deep brown eyes were looking at me tenderly.

He passed me a handkerchief, and told me to wipe my face because my boyfriend wouldn't want to see my upset. I thanked him, wiping my eyes and cheeks, and my face was suddenly less sticky, less hot, less puffed up.

"Your boyfriend is lucky, miss," the police officer said, his tender eyes twinkling slightly beneath the harsh lighting. I noticed he had a southern drawl, uncommon in these parts. "The person who did this missed all his important arteries and organs. He's going to be okay." He moved aside, opening the door for me to let me in. "You take care, miss."

I stepped over the threshold so I was standing slightly in the room, but so that I couldn't see David hooked up to those machines. I turned back, saw his profile walking unsteadily towards the doors at the end of the hallway. I saw him stop and turn, as though he felt my eyes burning into his back.

"Thank you," I mouthed. I even managed a tremulous smile.

I looked back into the room. I could see the bottom of the bed, with a small clipboard hanging off it, containing all the details of my boyfriends condition. This room was clean, white, like all the others in the hospital. You'd never have guessed that this small, listless room contained the most important man in the world. In my world, anyway.

Slowly, so carefully and quietly that I barely realised I was moving, I stepped further into the room. I didn't want to see him lying, hurt, but I knew I had to be strong for him. He was lying in that room, hurt badly, and he needed me to care for him and tell him that it didn't matter what happened to him, that I would always love him.

"David," I whimpered. The tears were coming thick and fast again, but I didn't brush them away. My breathing was steady, slow, in contradiction with my heart, which seemed to be going triple speed. I looked upon my boyfriend and brushed the tears away.

I took one deep breath, and moved into the room, my breaths steady but with my heart beating faster than usual. I looked upon my boyfriend with tears in my eyes, but I brushed them away hastily. I would not cry; I would not let myself.

In a few short hours, he had changed. He was no longer a strong man, who had an aura of power surrounding him. Now, he looked emaciated, his eyes looking gaunt,and I knew if he opened them then the green in his eyes would not be as sparkling as usual. They would have changed colour, not being the green of the lawn at the height of summer, but of grass when it was muddy and unclean.

I was scared to look into those eyes.

"David," I murmur. "I'm sorry I came today. I wanted ... I dunno ... I think I wanted to know that you still loved me, that you hadn't lied all these years. If I could go back, I wouldn't have done it. I wouldn't have come; I would have let you live with her – forever if you must – just to make sure you were safe. I love you, David. More than I love myself or my family; you basically mean the whole world to me. And more. I've never had somebody who I could trust so implicitly, who would listen when I talked, would love me so unconditionally. And I thank you for that, I really do. In fact, i've been so used to that sort of treatment, I don't think I could be with anyone else ever again, because nobody would be as good as you are. So, I need you to do me a favour. I need you to wake up and I need you to be okay..." A sob tore from my throat, and the tears were free flowing. "Please, David, please be okay. Come back to me. I need you. I love you."

My head was resting on his chest and I had my hand in his. I was whispering his name, over and over, hoping for a response. At some point, I think I fell asleep. His chest was wet with my tears, and I fell asleep on his now sopping hospital gown. I don't know how long I slept for, but it must have been hours; I suppose I cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up, I found someone stroking my hair very lightly, letting it curl slightly around their finger. I moaned slightly, turning my head so I was looking into his face.

David didn't look very well. His cheeks were more hollow, his face was faunt and I feel his ribs poking through the sheet.

Yet, he'd never looked more beautiful, or more alive.

God, how I loved him.

There you go! :) I tried to be nice, for the first time ever and NOT leave it on a cliffhanger that's going to make you all want to kill me!!

Hope your enjoyed it.

Reviews always appreciated.

Kayleigh.x.