Page 50 of My best friends little sister

Its been 3 days since angelica was shot. She still hasn't woken up. Stefan said her body needs time to recover and that she will wake up when shes ready but I dont know. What if shes never ready? What if she never wakes up?

Stop thinking that shit Dante

I haven't left angels side once. Mateo has been back and forth from the house, looking after jasper but constantly checking on angel.

I know hes struggling, not just with angel being shot but with everything.

Seeing his father after everything he did to him, after everything he did to angel.

He watched that video and I know it fucked him up he just doesnt want to admit it.

He hands me a cup of hot coffee, the warm feeling on my hands relaxing me slightly. ''Thanks'' he drags a seat up next to me and sits down, taking a sip of his own coffee. ''Any updates?''

I shake my head with a sigh, ''nothing'' he gives me a sad smile, his eyes full of worry. ''She'll be okay. Shes a fighter''

I stand from my chair and place a soft kiss on angels forehead, ''I'll be back soon bellissima'' (beautiful) I whisper before leaving the room.

The second I step out the door it feels like a huge weight starts crushing me and I feel like I'm suffocating.

I cant leave her, I cant. She needs me

Breathe Dante. She will be okay. Ivan is with her. Just go take a shower and come back

I take a few deep breaths and head to my car. Just an hour. It wont take me long, an hour is all I need. The drive to my house goes by fast and I rush inside. I see Mateo and jasper sitting on the couch together.

I take the fastest shower of my life, not taking a second longer than necessary. I quickly change into a loose fitted black shirt and a pair of black dress pants. I dont bother trying to tame my hair, I dont have time for that.

As I'm about to leave my room I spot angelicas stuffed animal sitting on the bed. I dont think twice before grabbing it and heading back downstairs, waving a quick goodbye to Mateo and hopping back in my car.

I arrive back at our private hospital and run back inside, trying to catch my breath as I approach the door. I check my watch, 47 minutes. Nice.

As I walk in, I'm greeted by frantic doctors shouting at each other as they rush to a room. Angelicas room.

No no no no

My legs instantly start moving as I speed down the hall to angels room. Theres at least 6 doctors in there including Stefan. I feel like I cant breathe, like someone is sat on my chest stopping my air flow as I watch the scene in front of me.

Theyre desperately trying to perform CPR as the machine flat lines. What the fuck is going on?

I turn to see a frantic looking Ivan, pacing back and forth with tears streaming down his face. ''What the fuck happened? What did you do?!'' I shout at him, like that will make this all go away.

I break down. I cant keep it together anymore. My knees buckle and I fall to the floor, tears pouring from my eyes. I cant breathe properly. I cant hear anything around me. My vision is blurred and everything is muffled as I look around, trying to blink away my tears.

Whats happening to me? Why cant I breathe? I see Ivan drop beside me, trying to shake me back to reality but it doesnt work. Is this what a panic attack feels like? Is that what angel goes through all the time?

Its so...scary. It feels like I'm dying slowly. Like the life is draining from me and I cant stop it. My eyes start to feel heavy and I cant keep them open anymore. I slip into an unsettling darkness that I cant get out of.

It feels like an eternity passes before I wake up. I'm laying out on the hospital floor. Ivan and Stefan hovering over me with a worried look on their faces. ''Dante, can you hear me?'' Ivan says. I can understand him now. Hes not muffled or blurry.

Stefan hands me a cup of water and I take it, drinking the entire thing in one go.

''how do you feel boss?'' I groan as I grab my pounding head.

''My head hurts and I feel dizzy...'' then I remember.

I remember why I had a panic attack in the first place.

Suddenly the pain disappears and all I can feel is panic, fear, worry.

She fucking died. Her heart fucking stopped when I was gone for not even an hour. I left her and her heart stopped...

I sit in my chair and clutch onto the stuffed animal like it will bring me some kind of security. ''I'm here baby. I told you I wouldn't be long. I'm right here'' I whisper as I grab her hand in mine.

I squeeze her hand gently hoping to get some reaction out of her. I wait a few seconds and sigh in defeat when I feel nothing.

Then....

There it is

Another light squeeze.

Before I even have time to react I hear it.