Beep. Beep. Beep.
These familiar sounds of hospital monitors would act as my soundtrack for my consciousness as my eyes would slowly come open to the sight of Xander leaping upwards at my side. Taking my face in his hands, he would kiss my forehead as I would lift my hands to join against his own.
“Where is he?” I asked in my voice, forced raspy by the extent of Ron’s cruel grip, as I looked across the room to see my entire family now looking at me with concern.
“He’s gone…” My father spoke, now up on his feet. “He can’t hurt you, anymore, sweetheart…” I watched as my mom would fail in holding back tears while my siblings all came to me one-by-one.
“You know if you wanted more of the hospital Jell-o, they have some at the store…” Blaine would attempt a joke as I could see the tears
