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"How is Dave?" I asked impatiently walking around the room, The exhaustion had finally got to me, causing my sugar levels to drop and I had collapsed right after finding Dave. I remember blotches of Chris patting my cheek, and mumbling something when everything blackened.

Waking up in a hospital bed, panicking until I had seen Chris, and made him promise to tell me everything that is happening, still it didn't settle me. So used to doing things on my own, I had forgotten that someone else could also do me a favour without expecting anything in return.

"Everyone's been asking me the same question, I wanna ask you. How are you?" Chris asked slumping on the chair beside me.

"I'm fine." I shrugged.

"Really?"he didn't beleive me, hell I wouldn't believe me either.

Stupid Raven, can't even lie properly.

Well you are pretty useless.

Ignore my subconscious, she's the worst.

"What did the doctor say?" I asked ignoring his pointed look.

"There is blood loss, I contacted the blood bank. They think it may be a case of a minor hematoma." he answered softly.

"Does he need surgery, I need to speak to the doctor. What if he's not qualified enough and something goes wrong, how much will it hurt?" I rambled practically flying off the seat.

A hematoma is the collection of blood usually outside a blood vessel that occurs due to injury to the wall of the blood vessels, allowing blood to leak out into tissues where it doesn't belong.

"Your not going anywhere until you hear me out" he said, stopping me from moving.

"What is the treatment for it?" I asked fearing the the answer I will get.

"Mild Hematomas typically heal within five days, they need rest, ice, compression and elevation. The doctor thinks it is a mild one, if the clot doens't shrink back they may have to perform a surgery, he is sure that Dave may walk out without a surgery." he said tucking a strand of hair under my ear.

"Will he be okay?" I asked softly.

"He will be." Chris assured me.

"He wants to meet you." Chris said, though I heard him I ignored his voice and pretended to lay back on the pillow. It was childish how I tried to pretend nothing was happening, but reality is a tough thing to accept.

Don't get me wrong, I wanted to hug him and apologize because it was all my fault. Liam would have never targeted him if he didn't know me. I couldn't bear to see hatred in his eyes, anyone else didn't matter but it would break me to see him hate me.

"Come here." he gestured.

I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist, keeping my face buried in his chest. He holds my face in a firm grip and presses a light kiss to my forehead, though it was not more than a peck my body sizzles, I unconsciously shiver and hold him tightly. He leans forward and presses his forehead against mine. We stand there, like that. Him trying to comfort me and me basking in the warmth of his presence.

"He will never hate you." Chris told me firmly, placing a finger under my chin and made me look into his grey eyes

"If it wasn't for me, Dave would never be in trouble. My parents were right, I'm a plague. No one will ever be happy. I will destroy everything around me." I ranted a moment away from going into a full blown panic attack.

"Hey Calm down, I'm gonna tell this once, so you better listen to me carefully. You didn't ask Adam to come and mess up your life up, you didn't ask Liam to hurt Dave for some twisted reason. People make their own choices and they suffer the consequences too, you will not take blame for something you didn't do." his voice soothed my fretting nerves.

"Okay." I nodded.

"Will you ever blame yourself for not apologizing, when you know it's not your fault?" Chris asked cupping my face.

"No." I shrugged. Never and I mean never apologize when you know it's not your fault.

"Then don't blame yourself for something that is not your fault." Chris said.

"Now you will get up, go in there and meet Dave. Poor guy is freaking out thinking something happened to you. Get into that room now or I will have to carry you and Dave will not be too happy to see that now."he threatened.

I meekly nodded and went towards the room Dave lay in.

Dave pov

My head hurts, I can barley try to look out of the window without wincing, my left hand is wrapped in a thick cast, great now a broken hand is a bonus for me. I fought against my senses, trying to overlook my deep desire to curl up into a ball and

fall asleep

I could not dare fall asleep, until I see my best friend walk through the door and smack my head calling me stupid, or hug me and ball her eyes out.

I groaned as the pain in my head increased,

the nurse looked up irritated, she did suggest some painkillers to reduce the pain. But I put my foot down and refused them. Don't get me wrong I'm not pretending to be some kind of Macho manwho doesn't feel any pain. The thing is if I fall asleep and Raven needs me, I cannot help her. I don't believe for one second that this was a random attack, once I see her safe, let the nurse do anything to me.

Fifteen minutes ago Chris, walked out of the door muttering something along the lines of dragging the stubborn girl down here. I hope he does bring her soon.

People often mistake our friendship, they all thought we were lovers with commitment issues that's why we go around with the term best friend.

The truth is, neither of us feel something like that. True we were attached to the hip in highschool and college and well University, and yes you mess with one of us, wish the person death before they encounter the other. Above all this we will and always be best friends. I will never find another like her, and a relationship is something neither of us thought or will think off.

The door opened and I heard a small patter of footsteps, Raven stuck her head through the door and peeked at me with her blue eyes. I cleared my throat hoping she would get the hint and get closer.

She shuffled into the room and sat down on the chair next to me, looking intently at her shoes.

I rolled my eyes at her behavior and asked "Are your shoes more interesting than your dead best friend?"

Raven looked up suddenly, her blue eyes

narrowed and hit my hand, causing me to wince.

"Don't joke about dying."she warned her expression promising pain if I even breathe in the wrong direction.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, in a small voice

choking down tears. If I wasn't listening so

carefully I would have missed her voice.

"Look I've been meaning to get that exact words since so long, and when I do get it I can't even gloat." I rambled."You didn't even apologize when you threw my Xbox into the pool, and boy was that not expensive. Then you even tried to put hair color into my shampoo."

"Dave"

"Hmm."

"Shut up."

"Yes, Ma'am" I agreed. She did look scary now. Wouldn't want to get punched, though I should blame myself for putting her in boxing classes in the first place.

"I'm sorry."she whispered her eyes turning glassy. I knew where this was going and it had to stop. Everyone has a different way of dealing with shit in life. But Raven always blames herself for all that happened. No amount of talking actually got

through her thick head.

"Hey, listen to me once and carefully. This is not your fault, and if you ever think like that. I will never let you touch another jar of Nutella." I warned.

Raven looked up horrified, as funny as this

sounded she loved her candy and sweets. One day without them she would go bonkers. So the best way to get her to do your bidding is this.

"If it wasn't for me, you never would have to go through this."she said her voice shaky.

"I don't care. If I had to go through this a hundred times I would, because I have you as my best friend." I told her sincerely. It's true I wouldn't give up my friend for the world.

"Sleep, I'll see you later." Raven said softly kissing my cheek and instructed the nurse to give me painkillers.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face,because no matter what I have my best friend with me. Other problems we can deal with.