A/n: So I hope you enjoy this chapter. This one is about Klaine! (whoohoo!) I also opened up a poll on my profile. I want to know if I should write another Jogan angst story. So if you enjoy the first chapter of this story or my other story "I wasn't Enough" then go vote! I recently stated writing another but I kind of just want to delete it because I don't think I'm a good Jogan angst writer. But tell me what you think!
I didn't know what to do. Why did I fight my way into that building? Oh yes… I did it for him. I did it for my wonderful boyfriend. I feel the stiches across my head and I know it was worth it. But was it?
A nurse allows me to see him, and I rush into the room. I slide across the floor and fall at his bed side. They tell me his injuries. A flaming piece of wood did this. If I had grabbed him when we fell it would have been me, it wouldn't have been him…
He wakes up and lightly grabs my hand. He has visible burns and stiches, but beyond that he seems fine. I know the others may not wake up. They may not live, but he is ok. He is fine. He woke up. He is alive. At that moment no one else matters. My love, my heart. He sits up and grabs my face. "I love you…" he whispers. "You saved my life…" Instead of smiling I break down crying my tears soaking his thin gown…
He reassures me. Tells me that he would have died. He tells me that although he is injured he's glad he has his life. I place my hand to his cheek and lean in. the heart monitor beeps rapidly as I close the distance. I will never get tired of kissing him, and I love still being able to do this to him. I am vaguely aware of gasping nurses coming into the room to check on him, but I don't stop. I know deepening my heart that we will go through hell. We have gone through it more than once, and we'll do it again. But we'll last. We'll be forever, and no one will hurt us again…
A/n: Try to guess who's point of view this chapter is from. I don't think I gave away too many clues…