Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. - Isaiah 41:10


No Pov.

"When will he wake up?" Cassandra asked. The doctor sighed slightly and hesitated for a moment before answering her.
"We want to think on the positive side of things, Cassandra, but we don't know when he'll wake up, or, if worse comes to worse, he may never wake up," the doctor told her. Cassandra shivered and felt herself weaken when she heard that Chase may never wake up. It was the worst thing she had ever heard in her entire life and she could barely take it. Trust in God, he will always be with you, she told herself. Trust, trust, trust, trust... She clasped her hands together and prayed to God, begging him to save Chase's life and that he would give her strength.

She had been sitting in the chair for an entire hour, hoping that Chase would wake. She had fallen asleep, full of exhaustion and fear. Her sleep was disturbed by dreams of her sitting with Chase in his room as the heart monitor flat lined...

-The dream-

Cassandra held onto Chase's hand tightly. Chase squeezed her hand so tightly it almost hurt and his knuckles were white. His hair was a mess and was sticking to his forehead. His face was covered in sweat and he was shaking violently. He was saying things in his sleep but Cassandra could not understand what he was saying. His breathing was short and choppy and each time his chest rose he winced. She could tell that he was in a lot of pain.
Hours went by, Cassandra thought maybe days, all the same. She hadn't eaten and she felt sick and weak, but it was a small price to pay to be with Chase every moment. His condition seemed to get worse and it terrified her as he would cry and talk in his sleep, words that were too quiet and too strange to understand. Sometimes it seemed like he was asking for help but she couldn't even get up to get anyone, she just continued to sit there, frozen, holding Chase's hand, watching him as his condition worsened.
Cassandra was watching Chase, like a video on replay when- "Cassandra! Please!" Chase's voice was raspy and sounded almost like a ghost. She looked over at him, slowly turning his head towards him, centimeter by centimeter. She didn't even realize that her head had been turned. "Chase...?" she asked, her voice sounding echoey and quiet. "I'm going to die..." Chase said. Cassandra felt scared. "I'm going to die Cas... Now." Cassandra felt panicky but then she felt herself being pulled away from him.

-End Dream-

"Chase! Chase! No, no come back!" Cassandra screamed. She felt someone holding onto her shoulders and holding her still. "Let go of me! Chase is dying!" she yelled.
"No he's not! Cassandra Chase isn't dying! Get a hold of yourself!" Cassandra stopped trying to get away and looked up at her sister who had been trying to calm her down. She felt like all the walls around her were beginning to collapse and she was felt like bursting into a million pieces.
"C-cassie, Cha-Chase he was, he was, he was dying!" Cassandra sobbed. "He was there! Holding my hand! And he just died! Just like that! Died!" she said. Her sister hugged her tightly and rubbed her shoulder.
"Shh...shh...He's not dead Cassandra...He's gonna be fine... Just trust in God. You can always trust him..." Cassie told her. Cassandra nodded her head and sniffed.

Suddenly the doctor came down suddenly and he looked slightly relieved and happy. He had a slight smile on his face. "Chase Davenport is awake," he said. Cassandra stood up with a slight smile and she suddenly felt scared yet relieved. Cassie smiled at her sister and squeezed her shoulder.
"I told you he would be fine. Just trust in God," she said. Cassandra smiled and quickly nodded her head.
Thank you, my God... Thank you! I knew I could trust in you...