Drake's POV

"This is all your fault!"

"If you wouldn't have hit me assh*le, we wouldn't be here!"

"F*cking pr*ck! Who the hell do you think you are?! I won't let you hurt her!"

"Who the f*ck said anything about hurting her?! I would never do that!"

"Are you f*cking kidding me! You reek of player! And believe me, I know the type!" The f*cking assh*ole had the nerve to tell me, but before I could yelled at the motherf*cker one of them cut in.

"Would you two stop f*cking shouting!"

Right now we were being held by two security guards outside the hospital. I think they are waiting for the cops to arrive to pass this whole pile of sh*t the idiot in front of me created since he punched me. Right now I'm so f*cking mad at myself for getting Emily in this situation, for physically hurting her that I would gladly take any distraction from it all. And what better way, than to do it the best way I can, screwing people's faces.

"Jake, if you don't stop right now I swear I would literary cut your balls!" One of them bellowed to Jake. The pr*ck whose face I was rearranging. "We came here because of Emily...you know what, if you want to keep doing this sh*t be my guest." He began to walk away towards the entrance. "I'm going to see how she is." He continued to let out a string of curses.

The blonde one shook his head at us, a clear sign of disapproval on his face, and followed him.

"Officers, I'm sure we can get to some sort of agreement. These two were just caught up in a stressful situation and decided to beat each other up to let out some steam." We still were both held by the guards and the eldest brother was trying to convince them to let us go.

"Sir, this won't go by unpunished." The one who was holding on with a little too much force said to him.

"I know, and I apologize for their behavior, but can they go off with just a warning? I'll make sure they won't do it again." He was still trying to get me off the hook? ...I know this will cost me my balls...

Both officers looked at each other in a silent conversation. I took that chance to look at Jake. He had a busted lip, a bleeding nose and a soon-to-be black eye. I can't say that I'm not impressed by his fighting skills but he still got nothing on me. Other than a cut on my lip, I was basically unscratched. Suddenly a wave of guilt flashed over me when I thought about what Emily would think of me busting her brother up while she was unconscious.

We were so caught up on the fight that it took the rest of her brothers and the officers to break us apart. The officer must have sense my surrender when my arms were no longer tense.

After another moment of hesitation, one of the officers spoke. "Alright, we will let you inside again, but when the police come you'll deal with it." They left murmuring something between 'stupid kids' and 'hormones'. When both guards were out of view, the older dude spoke.

"This isn't over." He said to me and Jake snickered. "And you" he turned to face Jake. "You know better than to start something like this while your little sister is unconscious and we don't know if she's going to be okay."

"She will be." I found myself saying.

"For your sake, she better be." If looks could kill, I would be six feet under by the death glares Jake was shooting my way.

"Stop it, now let's go back inside and act like civilized people for her sake." The last part was aimed at Jake. We went back inside and fixed ourselves the best we could.

We were now on the waiting room. No one said anything; even our answers when the police came were short and precise. They didn't take us because the hospital decided not to press charges. They let us go with just a warning.

"Family of Emily Hart?" We all turned to look at the doctor who was holding some papers with an expectant look.

"I'm her brother and legal guardian." He stood quickly and stood next to the doctor just like the rest of us.

"Emily is stable. She has been diagnosed with mild traumatic brain injury also known as concussion. We have already stabilized her cervical spine but we had to sedate her after she suffered a seizure." My blood ran cold when I heard the last statement. I know how dangerous a seizure could be and to know that she has suffered one is physically making me sick. "When she wakes up, there's a high probability that she'll feel disoriented or might not remember recent events. So, please do not stress her or ask her many questions, because even under heavy medication she might still be under a lot of pain. She's going to be staying here under constant observation. And besides some bruises and cuts, there's nothing major. Anything else that you might want to know?"

"When can we see her?" Jake asked with the same torn expression the others have.

"Soon, a nurse will come by and let you know when you can see her." Jake nodded in response and with that the doctor left. For the second time, we stood there without anything to say.

"Can't believe this is happening..." The blonde one said to himself but loud enough for us to hear him.

"Me neither. After we do everything we can to avoid it, it still happened."

"Matty is foolish for us to believe that this will never happen."

"I know Nate, but still...you know she has gone through enough. It feels like every time something major happens we can't do anything to stop it. She's our little sister! Mom would kill us if she was here. I'm not only feeling like we have let Emily down...but mom also." Matty ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

"You don't think I think about that every single day of my life? I worried not only about her, but you all also. Still I know you have to make your own decisions and make your own mistakes. That's all part of growing up, of becoming the person that you are now. Emily's old enough to make her decisions and to face her mistakes. We will always be there when she needs us, but right now is her fight...and her decision to be with him." Nate turned to me.

"You're just going to let him go this easy? Forgive him for making her lie to us?" Blondie asked in disbelief of what his brother was saying.

"I'm not saying that I'm going to let this go easily. Trust me." Nate's eyes flickered between Blondie and me with finality on them. "But I bet, knowing her, that he did not make her lie to us. Like I said, she's old enough to do that on her own. Besides, she grew with us; she's bound to lie now and then." Nate shrugged and sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room.

I felt like saying something. Even though he said he wasn't going to let go this easily, I still think he was being too easy with me. "I'm sorry." They all turned to look at me. "I'm sorry I got Emily on this situation, I'm sorry that she lied to you because of me, I'm sorry for fighting you." I gave a little nod towards Jake. "But I'm not sorry for being with her. I really like her, and I'm not some player who wants to screw her up. I'm here for as long as she wants me."

"No"

"No?" I asked in disbelief at what Matty said.

"I don't believe you." He looked at me with a frown. "How do I know this is not some sick game you like to play? Look at what it got her being with you! I don't trust you and I don't think I ever will."

"What the f*ck is wrong with you people?" I blew up sick of this situation. "Like I said, I don't f*cking need your permission!" Matty made a move towards me but Jake stopped him. He stopped but he never left his icy glare from my hard one.

"You better calm the hell down. I'm not that opposed of letting him loose." Jake shot towards me.

"I won't 'calm the hell down'" I said mocking his words. "You are all so eager to place the blame on me or even on her that it never went to any of your pr*ck minds that you are the cause of it all." I spat. Their scowls faltered when confusion flashed their eyes. "It is you that had made her this mess of a girl who's afraid and confused. She's even afraid to make any decision without thinking about what you are all going to think. I might be an assh*le but I'm willing to help her. So you hypocrite pr*cks better stop assuming that I'm a f*cking assh*le that only wants to f*ck her!" I couldn't stand being in the same room as them so I took off. Not before seeing her. I must see her before I go. I need to make sure she's okay.

After leaving them in the waiting room at the first floor, I decided to look for the receptionist at the second floor and after a moment of painful flirting she gave me the room number she was in.

I opened the door carefully to make sure no one who could throw me out was there.

What I saw, broke my heart some more, if possible. Emily laid there hooked to a couple of machines unconscious with a few dark bruises on her face. I felt like holding her and never letting her go to try and make it better.

I stood next to her bed and caressed her cheek softly. She flinched at the action and I removed my hand quickly. I let out a huff and sat on the chair that was close to her.

I placed my elbows on my knees and gripped to my hair as hard as I could, trying to ease the pain and guilt that I felt when I saw her like this.

"hey..." I snapped my head towards her when I heard her crooked greeting.

"Hey babe. Looking rough." I said mischievously turning up my smug smile.

"thanks" She said roughly. Looking like she was beaten and still managed to gather her strength to roll her eyes at me.

She widened her eyes softly like in realization of something.

"Are my brothers here?" She asked in a whisper.

"Yeah, lovely guys, aren't they?" I asked rhetorically.

"I'm so sorry." She was apologizing for their behavior but I could see the pleading in her eyes.

Suddenly I heard movement and muffled voices approaching her room. I decided to leave before another fight broke but this time with Emily as a spectator.

I decided to exit out the window. We were in a second floor. I assume I can jump and land effortlessly.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was still rough but I could sense her panic. Sh*t Drake, don't make her nervous.

"Don't worry baby, I'll come back." I winked at her and jumped out the window.

That was the first time I lied to her.

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Finally this chapter is done! The second half got magically erased and it took me twice as hard to write it again. Oh, and I apologize if all the cursing makes you feel uncomfortable, but that's how my male friends and brothers speak among other males.

Hope you like. Thank you for reading!

Kim <3