Chapter 37

Melanie's POV

As the ambulance heads to the hospital, I hold Wesley's hand and he tries to keep his eyes open. He begins to cough up blood and I begin to panic even more.

"Is he okay?!" I yell at the EMT and he ignores me, making sure Wesley is still breathing. "Fucking answer me!"

"He's hanging in there. M'am, I need you to stop yelling at me. It just stresses everybody out."

I shoot him a glare and look back to Wesley. I can tell he's struggling for air and I just wish it was me instead of him. I bet he's in so much pain.

"Oh shit." The guy mutters under his breath and I look up at him.

"What's wrong?!" I ask, desperately.

"He got shot twice and the second one is right under the heart. Since we didn't know, he's lost half of his blood."

"How the fuck did you not notice until now?!" I yell and the tears start falling again.

"I don't know. But since you didn't know, and didn't wrap it up we need to move quickly. Go faster!" He yells to the driver and I begin to panic even more.

Once we get to the hospital, they wheel Wesley out of the ambulance and into the hospital and I follow. Before we reach a set of doors, a nurse holds me back and I thrash in his arms.

"Let go of me! I have to see him!" I scream and he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"You need to calm down. We will let you know when you can see him as soon as possible." The guy says, sitting me down in a chair and he sits down next to me I'm guessing to make sure I don't go anywhere.

"Fuck you." I mutter and cross my arms over my chest.

It's silent for a little and I see Keaton at the entrance and he looks panicked. I get up and walk over to him and he hugs me immediately.

"Is he back there?" Keaton asks quickly and I nod.

"Yeah.. They had to take him into surgery."

"How bad was it?"

"He was struggling for air.. It was breaking me to see him like that." I say as we sit down.

"Is it bad that I don't really feel upset or worried?"

"It depends.. Why?"

"Because.. These past two years Wesley didn't talk to any of us unless it was on the phone. He just distanced himself from us because you were out of his life."

"Wow.." I say, shaking my head.

"Promise me that if he dies.... You won't do that to us? Please, Mel." He says and I shake my head slowly.

"He's not gonna die." I say, not wanting to consider it.

"Please, Mel."

"Fine.." I say and sigh, leaning back in my chair.

After awhile of doing nothing, a doctor finally comes up to us and me and Keaton stand up immediately.

"Wesley got done with surgery an hour ago and he's doing just fine. He's awake and he's asking for you." The doctor says to me and I nod, wanting to see Wesley already.

He tells us the room number and I speed walk down the hallway and finally get to his room. I open the door and see Wesley. He looks over and his face lightens up. I walk over and sit down next to him.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, taking his hand.

He coughs before speaking. "Good, I'm just really sore. You know, getting shot really hurts. Especially twice." He says and we both laugh a little.

"It feels good to finally smile after a few stressful hours."

"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to stress you out."

"Wes, don't apologize. This is all my fault and I'm sorry." I say and I look down.

"Babe, stop making yourself feel bad. I hate seeing you this way."

"I hate seeing you like this though." I choke out and Wesley pulls me up by my hand and to the hospital bed.

I sit down and he cups my cheeks with his hands. A few tears fall down and he wipes them away with his thumbs.

"Please don't cry." He begs and he leans up to kiss me.

He pulls away once I kiss back and he gives me a small smile.

We hear someone clear their throat and I look back to see Keaton standing there awkwardly. Wesley and I start laughing and Keaton rolls his eyes.

"Please just don't start making out in front of me, I've seen enough." He says and I laugh even harder, going to sit back down in the chair.

"So when do you get to leave?" I ask Wesley and he lays back further on the bed.

"Any time I want to. They already bandaged me up so I'm good to go." He says, smirking.

"Okay, well let's go." I say, standing up.

"Keats, go tell the nurse I'm leaving so she can help." Wesley says and Keaton stands up and heads out of the room.

I help Wesley out of the bed and he grabs his clothes and goes to change in the bathroom.

Keaton comes in with the nurse and she has a wheelchair. I look at her confused but I shrug it off as Wesley comes out of the bathroom.

The nurse has Wesley sit down and Keaton and I follow him and the nurse of the room. We get to the car and Keaton drives us home. It's 1 in the morning when we get home and all I want to do is just go to sleep.

Wesley heads back to his room and I go get changed into my pajamas. I walk into his room after and see him with his shirt off and he's looking at himself in the mirror with his head down.

"Wes?"

I walk over to him and he looks at me with a big frown on his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"It's so ugly." He says, his fingers trailing across his stitches where he got shot.

"Wes, it's just some stitches.. They'll come out soon."

"Yeah, but it'll scar. It's so fucking ugly and I work at a fucking training gym where I have to take my shirt off. Mel, I don't want them to see that.. They'll ask too many questions." He says and I take his hands in mine.

"It'll be fine, okay? Just wait until they take the stitches out."

"It's gonna scar, though! Why don't you understand that!" He raises his voice and I flinch.

"Don't yell at me." I say quietly and he groans.

"Dammit!" He yells and slams his fist against the mirror and it shatters to pieces.

He storms off and sits down on the bed and I look down, not wanting to meet his gaze. Wesley pulls his shirt on and I push a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm gonna go." I mumble and I push my shoes back on.

"Wait." He says and I look back to him.

"What?" I ask with an attitude.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that." He says, getting up.

"Don't." I say, putting a hand up to stop him and he stops walking.

"Baby, ple-"

"No, just stop!"

"Stop what?!"

"Stop arguing with me all the time! I'm trying to fucking help you and you just pus-"

He cuts me off by walking over quickly and he presses his lips against mine roughly. I gasp, but I kiss him back and he puts his hands on his waist and I rest my hands on my chest.

He takes my shirt off as soon as he can and lifts me up against the wall, his hands gripping the back of my thighs. I moan into his mouth and he leads his lips down to my neck and I tangle my fingers in his hair. He pulls us away from the wall and carries me over to the bed, pinning me down.

"Mel." He moans out and I unbutton his shorts, pulling them down quickly.

"Shut up." I breathe out and I press my lips to his neck and I hear his breath hitch.

He takes my bra off and pulls down my shorts and underwear at the same time. I pull his boxers off and start to pull his shirt off but he stops me.

"Wes-" I'm cut off by him thrusting into me and I gasp loudly.

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"Fuck, we didn't use a condom." Wesley says as he rolls off of me.

"It's fine."

"Are you-"

"I said, it's fine. Stop worrying."

"What if you get pregnant again?"

"Then so be it.. Now shut up and let's cuddle and watch a movie." I say and I roll over and cuddle into his side as he turns the tv on and we find something to watch.

I pull the covers up because it's cold and Wesley leans over to kiss my forehead.

"I love you." I say, and look up at him.

"I love you, too." He says, his face lighting up.

That's the first time I've told him I loved him in 2 years and it feels so damn good.

-

"How is Wesley feeling?" Candice asks as we walk down the hallways in the mall.

"He's okay, I guess.. He finally got his stitches out and he does not like the look of the scars. I mean, he won't even take off his shirt when we're having sex."

"That's ridiculous... I thought Wesley was someone who wasn't insecure about those things?"

"I thought so too. But, he doesn't want me to see the scars. And, he won't even let me take a shower with him. He goes to work and helps train people with his shirt on."

"Do you think he should go to therapy again?"

"I honestly don't know... He hasn't been there in forever.. Well he might've, I don't know. It just hurts to see him like this."

"Just talk to him about it. For all you know, his scars could be super tiny."

"Yeah, I guess so." I sigh, as we walk into Urban Outfitters.

"So, Adam and I finally found a wedding date, and it's this weekend... I want you to be my made of honor, okay?" She boasts excitedly.

"This weekend?! Candice, the made of honor plans the wedding! I can't plan it in a few days!" I exclaim and she tries not to laugh so I send her a glare.

"Look, Adam's best man is gay so he's really into that kind of stuff. He has it all planned out. You have nothing to worry about but to look pretty." She says and I nod.

"You sure?"

"Yes, sorry I meant to tell you. I've just been busy with everything and trying to keep up with school as well. It's a bitch."

"Trust me I know. The last year is always horrible. I'm studying for final exams and it's so much work."

"Well at least we'll be done with school by the end of this month."

"Yeah." I say and continue to look through the clothing on the racks.

We finally find something and I go pay for mine and Candice pays for hers. We walk out of the store and I see Wesley at the other side, chatting with a few blonde bimbos. I look over at Candice and she raises her eyebrows.

I walk over to them and tap Wesley's shoulder. He turns around with a smirk on his face but it soon disappears as he sees me. I cross my arms over my chest and he looks like he's about to say something but nothing comes out.

"Wesley, who are these people?"

"Uh.."

"Why are you constantly flirting with girls, huh? You're dating me, not these dumb asses!" I say, trying not to yell so I don't cause a scene.

"Well, I was just talking with them. I wasn't flirting with them."

"Wes, I know you. All you do is flirt without realizing it."

"Well, why do you care?! You're always trying to help me, I don't need your help!"

"You wanna know why I care?!" I say, angrily.

"Why?!"

"Because I'm pregnant, Wesley." I spit and the girls immediately walk off, leaving a stunned Wesley with me and Candice.

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Okay so I know this chapter isn't good at all and I know it's short but I really wanted to update. I haven't updated in forever and it's been killing me so here you go! I've just been stressed out with school and volleyball and it's crazy so bear with me haha. And this past weekend I had two concerts so I've been exhausted as well. Please comment and vote!! Ily guys! 😊