Bex - Okay, I promise that they will be happy one day, and then unhappy, then happy, surprised, less than happy and then, by the end, very happy.
dustdancingintheflickerlight - I love them together too. I think the moments they did have were really sweet but I'm also glad I get to write some more. Chalky is so hard to write though; I feel like his character is just so off.
Sophie1245 - Well I shall continue if you insist.
Also to reiterate what I said last chapter, if anyone else would like to see an AU 'what if' one shot with Kevin in the hospital instead of Dynasty, just let me know in the reviews. Also let me know which point of view you would like, I'll do anybody!
Chapter Fourteen
Dynasty felt numb as she lay alone in the small white room the doctors had abandoned her in. She had begun to notice a pattern by the time they brought her dinner to her. There was a tall male nurse that came in first to check that she had everything she needed, not that she had requested anything during his visits. Secondly, a rotund, unfriendly woman would check and adjust her medication. And finally the food would arrive on a heavy plastic tray. The same tiring sequence, three times a day.
Dynasty gazed at the tray as it taunted her from the table beyond her feet. Her stomach growled in frustration.
Dynasty felt the angry curse on her tongue but before she could shout out into the empty air, the door to her room creaked open. Startling white light streamed into the darkened room and Dynasty raised a drowsy arm to shield her eyes.
"Mr Clarkson," Dynasty murmured softly as his brown haired head peeked around the door.
Once he was satisfied that Dynasty wasn't sleeping, Mr Clarkson stepped into the room and closed the door briskly, plunging the room into a comfortable dimness.
"Ah, the nurse said you were awake. How are you feel...Now how do they expect you to get to that?" he said bitterly, picking up Dynasty's tray and placing it on her bedside table.
Dynasty smiled and offered a quick word of thanks before snatching up the soft bread roll and tearing away a strip of it.
She chewed slowly as Mr Clarkson sank down into the chair beside her.
"You look better than I thought you would; a bit pale perhaps but I'll let you off with that."
Dynasty laughed lightly and took another bite of bread.
"They've been looking after me," Dynasty assured him when she had swallowed the last of the roll.
"I can see that," Mr Clarkson muttered, flicking his eyes at Dynasty's cold soup.
"Fine, well, Kevin's been looking after me then," Dynasty affirmed, absentmindedly smoothing her hand over the space that he usually occupied.
Mr Clarkson smiled and huffed with amusement.
"Yes, I should think he's been a difficult one to get rid of," he joked.
Dynasty rolled her eyes and ached for Kevin's company.
"Oh, impossible," Dynasty groaned sarcastically.
Dynasty could sense the tension that settled between them then and silently wished that she was instead occupying her time with Kevin, rather than embarking on the serious conversation that waited for her with Mr Clarkson.
"So, what's up?" Dynasty asked gently.
"The thing is Dynasty is that no matter how well you might feel, you're in no fit state to be sitting your exams in a months time." Mr Clarkson paused and held up a firm hand as Dynasty opened her mouth to protest. "No, Dynasty, Mr Byrne won't allow it and if I'm honest, I won't either. I know you've worked hard but it will all pay off just as well when you re-sit in January."
Dynasty's body was on fire. Her hands curled into feeble fists until the overwhelming annoyance exhausted her and she sank deeper into her pillows.
"I want Kevin," Dynasty muttered, picking at the pulls of cotton protruding from her bed sheets.
"Dynasty, the school will support-"
"I just want to talk to Kevin," Dynasty snapped weakly.
Thick, unforgiving tears welled in her eyes but she sniffed them away. Dynasty breathed slow, shuddering breaths to ease the tightening in her chest as Mr Clarkson nodded silently and left her alone in the darkness.
Dynasty closed her eyes and twisted the sheets between her fingers, begging the twisting pain that shot through her abdomen with every movement to cease, if only for a minute.
She had almost cried herself into a numbing slumber when Kevin finally slipped into the again empty chair beside her bed. Dynasty sniffed meekly as he swiped a gentle thumb across her cheek, wiping away the final tear that leaked through her eyelashes.
"Why are you crying?" Kevin whispered, leaning close to her ear like he was sharing a secret.
A short hysterical laugh from burst from Dynasty's throat as she opened her eyes and turned her head to Kevin.
"I don't know. Nothing... everything," she admitted.
Kevin smiled.
"I'm exhausted and this stupid hole in my stomach hurts. He's still out there, and I just... I want to go home but I don't even know where that is anymore."
"I know how that feels," Kevin admitted.
He plumped Dynasty's cushions softly and eased himself onto the bed, stretching his legs out beside hers. He leant back against the headboard and stroked a hand through Dynasty's tangled curls.
"I can't go back to the flat," Dynasty said resolutely, stretching her blackened neck until she could see Kevin's face. "I just can't. I can't sleep in that bed, not with you, not after what happened."
Dynasty lowered her head again and rested it against Kevin's side and closed her eyes to the steady rhythm of his heart.
"I'm not sure I want to go back yet. I mean, I'll have to, you know, eventually, to clean up and stuff."
Dynasty's stomach churned as she pictured Steve-O's empty beer glass sitting beside her half empty one.
"So where do we go then?" she inquired miserably. "I mean, the nurse said I can get out of here in two weeks but what then? We can't go back to the flat and there's no way I'm going home, not if Steve-O's missing."
Kevin didn't respond for a long minute, only continued to smooth Dynasty's wayward hair. Eventually he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and replied in a much lighter tone.
"Well, then I guess we've got two weeks talk about it."
