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Breathless	By : xCookingWinex Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Aiden Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Aiden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thank you all, again.
Just, thank you.
Chapter 22
Alyn had decided not to go to Jake’s tonight. If he asked questions, she’d lie. Say she was sick. Right now, she felt like she was in a state of limbo, and didn’t care at all if he would be pissed at her not showing up.
She’d stayed out and treated herself, not feeling at all weird at eating dinner or seeing a film by herself. It felt nice to do something a bit different. She didn’t think about Wil until she got outside and into a taxi, and even then she only thought of him because she saw a sign for the Myrtle Edwards Park. She hadn’t thought of him once tonight. It was a good thing, she figured. She didn’t want to take it too fast.
I guess thinking about him all the time is too fast?
The lights of downtown Seattle flashed passed in blurs of yellow and white. It had got to early evening and she didn’t know where the time had gone.
When she got out at the other end, something in the air felt different. Colder, maybe than when she had got in the taxi earlier. She just had a similar foreboding feeling to one she’d felt before but hoped to God she was just overreacting.
But like usual, Alyn was wrong.
She walked towards her apartment building as snow started to fall. She grinned and held her hand out, watching the small flakes swirl into her hand and around her coat. Snow was just magical. She hoped it would settle and then her and Wil could go and ice skate or something. She forgot for a brief moment that he had pretty much told her to forget him a few hours before, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to; it wasn’t fair that she should without a reason why. Anything he does can’t be worse than what she’s doing anyway, she figured. She sighed, dropping her hand, walking on. She needed to tell him, she couldn’t keep this to herself anymore. She needed to get out of the ring she was in, she needed to tell McCartney where to shove it and never go and see Jake again. She needed to save money, sell her apartment and move out of Seattle. Maybe even move out of Washington.
She was reaching her bag for her key when she saw a figure in the door way, standing by the buzzer, as if he was waiting for someone. She carried on walking, head down, still looking for her keys. She cursed herself for not being able to find them faster, the guy in the door way seemed drunk or high or both. Alyn hoped to God it wasn’t one of Jake’s cronies. She didn’t have the guts to face him right now.
She walked passed him, and went to put the key in the front door of the building, when his head slowly came up, and he whimpered.
“Alyn?”
“Wil?” She practically shouted, and turned to him. “What are you –? Are you okay?”
He swayed a bit and then looked at her, a lopsided smile on his face.
“I think this time I might need you to take me to hospital.”
She looked at him in confusion, and then realised he was bleeding through his thin tee shirt. She couldn’t hide the look of fear that came to her face and he looked dismayed.
“Is it that bad?” He looked down at his stomach and the blood that spread there.
“I – I don’t know babe, we have to … to get you to a hospital.”
“Okay. Good, I need to sit down, I’m kind of tired …”
Wil slumped down and slid down the wall, into a shivering bloody mess at her feet. Her shock quickly subsided as she noticed how cold he must have been, and she took off her jacket and wrapped it around him. She reached into her bag and took out her mobile, and dialled for an ambulance. With reassurance it wasn’t going to be long, she crouched down next to Wil and put one hand on his cheek and used the other arm to prop him up.
“Stay with me, Wil, please darling. You can’t sleep. Stay with me.”
“I’m tired …”
“No!” she screeched, shaking him slightly. “Wake up, please! You’ll be in a nice warm ambulance soon, I promise, and you’re going to go to hospital and they’re going to clean you up and you’re going to be fine.”
He nodded, although his eyes kept drifting closed. Tears came to her eyes and she wiped them away quickly, noticing how warm her tears were in comparison to her cold cheeks. Wil would need to go to hospital to be treated for hypothermia if not for anything else at this rate.
She looked up for the ambulance, and suddenly hated the snow for obstructing her view, and no doubt slowing down the ambulance.
“Please, please, please,” she whispered under her breath, bouncing slightly to keep the blood circulating in her body.
“St …” a small noise came from Wil, and she looked down at him as he tried to speak. “St–stay with me.”
“Yes, yes,” she laughed slightly and held him tighter. “Stay with me.”
“You’ll st–stay with m–me, won’t you?”
“Yeah, sugar, I’m here, I won’t leave you.”
“Okay.”
And then he closed his eyes and went limp, and she couldn’t shake him awake. She knew he was breathing but not well, and she started panicking, her breath coming out in short puffs.
Less than a minute later, an ambulance shot out of the darkness, its sirens blaring.
And less than another minute later, Wil, the biggest and best addition to her life of recent months, was being wheeled into the back of an ambulance, oxygen mask on and blankets wrapped around him.
She held his hand all the way to the hospital, and he squeezed every so often just to let her know he was fighting.

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Alyn wasn’t allowed to see him for a while. She’d sat in the waiting room, flicking through, but not reading, an out of date People magazine. All she could think about was if she’d got home a bit sooner, if she’d not taken so long getting her keys out … maybe he’d not have collapsed. Maybe the ambulance would have got to him faster. Maybe she would have seen who keeps doing this to him.
He was sleeping, or knocked out from the drugs they’d pumped into him, when she went into his side room.
She couldn’t help but give him a pitiful look as she took the scene in. He was propped up by two big pillows and covered up to his arm pits in a thin blue blanket and silvery, metallic foil blanket, to keep in extra heat. The doctor had told her they give it to people who they feel are susceptible to hypothermia, but assured her that there were no signs of it so far. They were just being cautious.
Wil looked tiny in the bed, helpless and pale. He looked like a child. Her heart swelled and she wished she could just take the pain away from him. Or find whoever did this to him.
She sat down on the uncomfortable visitors chair next to the bed, and instantly took his hand again.
“I stayed with you, Wil,” she said, hoping he could hear. “You’re okay now.”
The monitor observing his heart rate beeped back at her in a steady metronome. She knew tonight was going to be long, and sat back in the chair, readying herself for the night ahead.
A couple of hours later, Wil was still asleep, so she got up and wondered around his room, stretching her legs. She peered out of the window and noticed that the snow had settled at least an inch, and it was still snowing. Sad, though, that she didn’t think Wil would be up for ice skating and a snow ball fight for a while, as much as she would have loved that.
Wil’s clothes had been put in a bag and placed next to his bed. She picked it up, took his clothes out and started folding them up for him. She left his tee shirt though, guessing he wouldn’t want to wear it again.
As she folded his tattered jeans, something made a soft thud on the floor. She looked down and saw that a small plastic bag had fallen out. She recognised what could have been in the bag instantly – she’d seen enough of it around Jake’s. She put the jeans down and picked the bag up. It was small, soft and powdery. Unless Wil was carrying baking soda around with him, she knew what it was, what it had to be.
She held her breath in for what felt like minutes, and then she shoved the bag into her pocket. She nearly hyperventilated thinking about how careless she was with the stuff Jake had given her. All she could think was Wil had found this and he was going to confront her about it and they’d never go further than they already have. She’d ruined this relationship all for the sake of a news story that she didn’t even care about anymore.
If it wasn’t 3am, she would have ran to work and told McCartney she quits, and then just left. Gone home, hitched a ride somewhere, whatever.
Just as she turned from the jeans, the door opened and the doctor came in to check on Wil. He was young, but serious looking, with tanned skin and black hair.
“Has he said anything?” he asked with a reserved smile, one she was sure he used on all of the patients’ relatives or friends.
“No, not yet.”
He flipped open the chart, wrote something down, and then put it back and smiled at her again, and went to leave.
“Doctor –” she called, and he turned back. “What happened to him?”
“Come with me.”
She did as she was told, and followed him out of the room, aware the whole time that she was carrying illegal drugs in her pocket.
Doctor Juarez took her to the family room and made them both weak cups of vending machine coffee. He sat next to her and sat in such a way that made him open and friendly, and she instantly liked him.
“Are you William’s friend?”
“Girlfriend,” she said instantly, and then wondered if that was correct. She thought she was but they’d never really talked about it.
“Oh,” he smiled. “Wil didn’t have any next of kin down, you see, that’s why I asked.”
“Oh I see. Well. We’ve known each other for a while, I don’t think he’d mind if you told me.”
“Okay. Well. William’s wounds looked quite serious, but they were mostly superficial,” he started, and then took a sip of his coffee. “He’s been beaten up quite badly. He’s got bruising all over his torso. Also … uh …”
“What? What is it?”
“Well, um. His abdomen had lacerations in the shape of a cross.”
“What?”
“It looked like someone had taken a small knife to Wil’s abdomen and purposefully made that mark. Do you know who could have done this?”
“No … I … God I can’t think,” she mumbled, taking in what he just said. A knife to his stomach? A knife?
“I know, it’s a big shock. But he’s going to recover just fine. He’ll need to be in here for a couple of days so we can keep an eye on him.”
She nodded dumbly, and again thought back to what she had in her pocket. What if … what if he’d taken it and been caught by someone but refused to hand it over? What if it was Jake, what if he did this to Wil for having her stash on him? But then that would mean that Jake knows Wil and knows that Wil knows Alyn and that’s not possible. That would also mean that Jake would somehow be able to tell the difference between each baggie of drugs and she knew he couldn’t know that either.
Alyn walked slowly back to his room, arms crossed over her chest. She felt cold all of a sudden, even though the hospital was anything but.
It all of a sudden struck her that really, she didn’t know this guy at all. She didn’t know anything about him. How did she know that he didn’t use drugs, and that the bag wasn’t hers? She didn’t, and that scared her more than anything.
There was something about him, she decided as she went back into his room. Something that just made him appealing to her. The way he needed help, the way he relied on her. It’s like they’re the walking wounded and they both need help. She wants to take care of him, more than anything. She wants him to get back on his feet and go and do whatever he does, even if that doesn’t involve her.
She just wanted to help him escape, like she needs to.
Wil was still asleep. Alyn yawned as she went to sit down, realising how tired she was too. She dozed off in the chair for a while, and she was awoken by a splutter coming from Wil.
“No, no stop!” he shouted and sat up quickly, before being pulled back down by the machines attached to him.
“Wil,” Alyn shot out of her chair, and held his hand. “You’re okay, you’re okay. You’re in hospital; no one is going to hurt you.”
“Oh God, Alyn,” he whispered, and tears came to his eyes. “He … I … I was so scared.”
“It’s okay darling, no one can hurt you here,” she stroked his hair back from his sweaty forehead with her free hand.
They didn’t talk for a while. She held his hand and he stared straight ahead, eyes blank but still glassy from his earlier tears. The doctor had come in and removed Wil’s heart monitor about an hour after he woke up, telling Wil he needed to be kept in for observation, but he’ll make a full recovery.
Alyn kept dozing off without wanting to, and her head would snap up every time she realised she was closing her eyes.
“Alyn,” Wil said, finally, and looked at her. “Come up here.”
“What?”
Wil shuffled over in his bed and pulled the covers back. “Come up here and snuggle with me. You’re tired, we can sleep.”
She giggled despite herself, “Sure?”
“Come on, it’s getting cold under here.”
She smiled in thanks, and climbed up onto the bed with him. She put an arm carefully over him and tucked the other under herself. She put her head on his chest and his arm came over hers and stroked her shoulder softly.
“This is nice,” she whispered, meaning it with all of her heart.
“I owe you everything nice for what you did for me.”
“Anyone would have done the same.”
“No they wouldn’t have, Alyn. They wouldn’t have held my hand and reassured me like you did.”
“I … well. It’s no problem, Wil.”
They fell into a comfortable silence again, their breathing being the only sound in the room. Now she was here, she didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to savour this moment forever, because when they leave here, she’s not sure if she’ll ever get to do this with him again.
He sighed heavily and muttered, “What are we like, huh?”
She laughed softly. “We’re the oddest couple I know.”
“Couple?”
“I, um. I … well are we a couple?”
“If you rescuing me every time I need help makes us a couple, then yes.”
She frowned and pushed herself up on her elbow, “You don’t see us as girlfriend and boyfriend then? Do you just see me as a fool then, Wil? A door mat?”
“What? Alyn, no, I didn’t mean that – I meant all I ever seem to do is come to you for help and it isn’t fair on you, it isn’t very boyfriend-y of me.”
“Girlfriend’s are meant to help,” she offered, trying to not sound desperate or pushy.
“I’m a burden.”
“But I like you.”
“I like you too, and don’t you ever doubt that for a second.”
“So I don’t see you as a burden, Wil. I see you as a lost guy who needs some direction.”
“You really are too good to be true, aren’t you?”
“Fucking no,” she laughed, and he didn’t reply. He just rubbed her shoulder more, once she’d settle back against his chest again.
She whispered, “If you don’t see us as a couple then we won’t be a couple. I just thought that’s what we were.”
“I want us to be together more than anything. But there’s so much wrong with me … I don’t want you to have to share my problems.”
“That’s what you do in a relationship, right? You share things.”
“Some things you don’t share.”
“Hmm.” She grumbled in reply.
Her eyes closed again, and this time she did sleep, and she knew her dreams would be filled with everything she was going to say when she goes to McCartney tomorrow and tells him she wants out.
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