Despite the many visitors - Dina wanted nothing to do with them. She wanted to curl up in a ball and hide away from the world until her wounds were healed and the bruises were no longer taking up half of her body. With every move shade, she was reminded of the accident. Of being rushed to the hospital and being in and out on consciousness. Doctors and nurses were in her room at all hours. Her parents were the only ones allowed to visit until she begged them to go home, to get some rest in an actual bed. As she left the television on for background noise, the blonde spent a majority of her time looking out her window at the garden the hospital had. Hearing footsteps, she assumed a nurse was coming in to check on her, âCan you pass me my water, please,â she asked, quietly.
It had taken hours, so many hours, of everything from begging to pleading to shouting to even more begging to finally get answer as to whether or not he could see Dina. And that answer? No. Patrick had experienced many things over the past few hours; heâd bullied numerous doctors and nurses, all without much avail (he did make two weep, but he didnât consider that something to be proud of) and had managed to make a fool of himself in front of Dinaâs parents, who had walked into the hospital to find him on his knees without an ounce of sleep in his system, trying to bargain for one minute with her. Theyâd given him a sympathetic if slightly creeped out look, and had walked away. Time and time again, the answer had been a âno.â She didnât want any visitors, apparently, and that had been the most heartwrenching thing to hear.Â
After everything, she didnât want him.
Patrick knew he shouldâve given up and went home, but he refused to. He needed to see her, just once, to make sure she was okay. He needed to see that she was still looking at him in that odd little way she did, that she still spoke her mind without thinking about how embarassing it could be, that she still managed to make his heart thud with one stare. If he could see her, and she still wanted him gone, Patrick knew he would obey. It would kill him, but heâd do anything sheâd ask of him.Â
Heâd devised a plan meticulously in the hours he spent waiting, but in the end, it hadnât been necessary. Heâd simply watched the nurse guarding the door finally stop her pacing and walk away, muttering about a cigarette break, and the part of him that cursed her unprofessionalism in regards to Dina was overpowered by his triumph. Patrick had quietly walked to the door, opening and closing it without making a sound, apart from his feet on the squeaky clean floor. He had turned to see her, and felt his breath stop in his throat at her broken body, her blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo. His angel.
Without even thinking, he reached out for the glass of water that had been set on her nightstand, taking a step closer to the bed as he reached out, hoping to feel her fingers brush his again. Before he could stop himself, Patrick murmured, âAs you wish.â
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