Chapter 8:

AN: Ahh! This chapter was so hard to write! I had horrible writers block! Anyway! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

"Come on Emily, stay with me" begged the surgeon as she pushed Emily down the hospital corridors into a more advanced operating room.

Hearing all the commotion, Derek got up off his chair and walked towards one of the hospital corridors to see where all the noise was coming from. He stepped into the corridor only to be pushed out of the way by a doctor that was frantically running whilst pushing a patient on a bed. All Derek could see was blood; the sheets were saturated with blood. Derek couldn't quite make out the patients face, due to all the doctors surrounding her, but as soon as the patient was wheeled past him he got a faint whiff of the very familiar shampoo.

"EMILY! Come on babygirl, don't do this to me, you're going to be all right. Come on baby" Derek stuttered tears falling from his eyes.

"Sir, we are going to have to ask you to step out of the way," Said one of the doctors to Derek.

"She's my girlfriend, she can't die, not yet anyway, please save her" pleaded Derek, whilst stepping aside.

"We'll do everything we can sir, I promise," replied the surgeon before closing the doors to the operating theatre.

Derek walked back out to the waiting room, he was an emotional mess, he had tears cascading from his eyes, and his head was spinning so fast that he couldn't make sense of anything. He burrowed his head in his hands and wept like a baby would. He loved her, he always had. She couldn't die; he needed her.

AN: Sorry this chapter is shorter – I just didn't know what to write! I promise the next chapter will be longer!

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