Livin' the Dreams and Nightmares 11

SKYE POV:
I was majorly confused. Max just came in, looking like she just went through hell, (I felt that way believe me) and yelling at me that I had to go around the back of the hospital and she refused to tell me why. The guilt, fear and horror was evident in her eyes, and it scared me. She wasn't scared easily, so something must have really freaked her out. I swung my legs gently out of bed and stood up. I wrapped Andy's much longer for me hoodie around my hospital gown covered burnt and beaten body, sighing at the softness. I smiled as I passed Max, but was instantly worried as guilt shot across her features and she looked away;  it was like she was sending me to my doom or something. I painstakingly walked around the back. I stopped dead at the sight of a moonlit silhouette leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. I began to hyperventilate; I knew exactly who this was. He was someone who tormented me for years. I sucked in a sharp breath as he opened his eyes and turned to look at me; his grey eyes fucking terrified me every time. What made it so much worse, was I could see a silver knife glinting maliciously in the moonlight. I was so fucked. But I put on a brave face and stepped forward.
"What do you want Haydon?"
He grinned and I shuddered .
"Looks like your sister did her job."
My eyes widened as I stared at this man. Words couldn't describe how fucking terrified I was.
"You disgusting bastard! You sent my SISTER to get me out here??! She's barely 17, I don't think she wanted to be exposed to a sadistic freak like you!"
He just laughed, sending chills down my spine. I hugged my arms closer to my battered body. He stopped laughing and looked me up and down, a smirk appearing on his face.
"You don't look too good, do you?"
I glared.
"Thanks to you."
He laughed again and stepped closer before grabbed my chin in his hand.
"Don't think you scare me Skye. I do believe you have more than a few scars from me... Shall I add another one?"
I gasped in pain as he thrust the knife right through my side. I let out a few choked breaths of air as Haydon smirked at me. He leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
"Going to give up so easily? What about him?"
My eyes widened as I gasped for air. That bastard.Just as he was about to pull the knife out I grabbed it. I smirked evilly.
"Y-you bastard. D-do you t-think I-I would go d-down without a-a fight? Think a-again."
I pulled the knife out, pain coursing through my body like lava. Clutching my side with one hand, and holding the knife with the other, I stabbed the knife through his leg with every bit of leftover strength I had. He yelled in pain making me smile sadistically.
"H-how dare you m-mention him?"
He growled at me before limping away into the night. As soon as he left my sight, I groaned in pain and fell to my knees  and clutched my side harder, where the bleeding hadn't stopped and there was a large puddle of blood on the floor. I chuckled to myself.
This sucked so much.
I gasped for air again, making my side ache. It didn't help that some of my ribs were broken. I coughed painfully as I clutched my side tighter, trying to get the bleeding to stop. I looked down at my hand, to find it soaked in blood. The pain came in waves, and after a particularly bad throb I grabbed at it and fell on my other side. Everything was becoming hazy, and blurring. I didn't want it to end this way...
"Max... Maryse... Ash... Andy... anyone... help me..."
My voice was barely above a whisper. I coughed again, blood involved this time,  before thinking one more though before I passed out.
"Andy, I love you."
MAX POV:
I felt horrible, disgusting. I was the worst sister in the world. I gave up my sister for Ash and my band and it wasn't even my band! I knew that guy couldn't be trusted. I'm so stupid. Ash noticed my discomfort as we walked to the cars.
"Baby?"
He laid a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it away. I saw hurt flash across his eyes.
"Max, what's wrong?"
I shook my head as I started shaking and tears started flowing down my pale cheeks. What was I thinking?! If Skye had been in the same position as me, she would have given up herself, not run away from it and sacrifice someone else. I felt sick.
I suddenly stopped walking, alerting everyone else.
"Max?"
My eyes widened at the feeling rushing through my body like poison. Skye was in trouble, I could just feel it. The feeling laid heavily upon my gut. I didn't dwell on it for another second. I turned and sprinted behind the hospital. Breathing heavily, I stopped and looked around before My eyes laid on a figure on the pavement. My breath hitched; it was Skye. A pool of black, that I knew was blood was steadily spreading across the pavement. I screamed and ran over to her and held her gently in my arms. I pulled off my scarf and pressed it to the bleeding wound. She winced; thank God she was still alive.
"Skye! Skye, sis, look at me!"
Her eyes flickered open; they were white. She smiled weakly at me.
"M-Max... My d-dear s-sister..."
I hugged her close and pressed my scarf tighter to the wound. It was slowing down, but she had lost a lot of blood.
"Skye I'm so sorry!! I didn't want this to happen!"
She smiled again.
"I-Its ok... I don't b-blame you..."
Tears poured down my cheeks. I couldn't carry her, she was too heavy. I was hysterical and panicking. I didn't want to lose my only older sister. She coughed painfully and stared up at me with a smile and tear dazed eyes.
"M-Max... Be a g-good girl..."
I shook my head frantically.
"SKYE! Nonononono! Skye stay with me!! Please!"
The light was fading from her eyes. I did the only thing I knew to do. I screamed.
"SKYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
ASHLEY POV:
I jumped when I hear Max's distraught scream. I instantly turned around and ran.
"ASH!"
I looked back to find Jake and Jinxx following me.
"Where's Maryse?"
Jake shook his head.
"She's with CC."
I nodded and we ran behind the hospital. We stopped short and my breath started hitching. Max was there, crying hysterically and holding a body that was unmoving. It was Skye. We ran over and crouched next to her. Max was shaking her head with tears pouring down her cheeks. I looked down at Skye and felt tears prick my eyes. Skye was deathly pale, and all the light and life had vanished from her eyes. I hung my head. She was gone. I wrapped my arms around Max's shoulders as she sobbed. Jinxx knelt down to her put his ear near her mouth and shot up.
"She's still breathing!"
We jumped. Jake instantly stood enough for him to pull Skye into his arms. Max reached out, still sobbing, like a child having her toy taken away. I pulled her closer to me.
"Baby, we have to get her back to the hospital."
She looked at me, and I felt my heart break. Her eyes were filled with so much sadness and she just looked so broken. I nodded to Jake and Jinxx and they ran off with Skye. I turned back to Max and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I gently lifted her up from the floor brushed the dust off of her. She was soaked in blood, her knees in her jeans being covered in it. She looked terrified. I held her close, and walked with her back to the front of the hospital. We walked in and sat down in the waiting room, where Maryse, CC, Jake and Jinxx were. Max looked up at them with tears in her beautiful grey eyes.
"I-is she o-ok?"
Jake looked up at her, sadness swimming in his eyes. Maryse let out a sob and hid her face in his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
"...She might not make it."
Max let out a choked sob and buried her face in my shoulder and continued to cry. It broke my heart. A nurse came in, with blood on her hands.
"Max?"
Max looked up at her with tears in her eyes.
"Miss Torres wants you in her room, she's barely hanging in there."
Max nodded with tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran out with the nurse, he door closing with a bang. I looked at the others.
"Do you think she'll make it?"
The silence was deafening. It was obvious to everyone here what they thought; they thought that Skye wasn't going to make it. But I had confidence. I hoped with every fibre of my being, that Skye would be ok.
MAX POV:
I watched in fear and anxiousness as the doctor worked to stabilize my sister. I held my hands to my mouth; there was so much blood... I jumped as a resounding beep echoed throughout the room. I looked up at the heart monitor; it had flat-lined. I shook my head slowly, the reality of it all, as the doctors worked to resuscitate her. I burst into fresh tears and fell to my knees in hysteria.
Little did I know, was the when the heart monitor flat-lined, a pair of powder blue eyes opened.
ANDY POV:
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...
God that noise was so annoying...
Wait a minute.... My powder blue eyes flickered open. Everything was white, and blinding. But I was brought from my daze by hysterical crying and that annoying beep and doctors yelling.
Wait.. I recognized the voice that was crying. It was Max. I shot up, ignoring the pain that shot through my body. I listened to her voice for a few seconds.
"SKYE! Skye, please don't go!"
Skye?! My heart skipped a few beats. I threw myself out of bed and painstakingly walked around the curtain. My eyes widened at the sight. The doctors surrounding Skye's motionless body had a defibrillator and were shocking her heart, trying to get it restart.
"CLEAR!"
They shocked her again, her body arching as the electricity coursed through her body. No change.
"I'm calling it."
"NO!"
My voice left my body before I realized what I was saying. Everyone turned to look at me.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKINGAT ME FOR??! HELP HER!"
They immediately turned and carried on. Max walked over to me and wrapped my burnt and bruised arm around her shoulder. As we watched, I felt my heart tightening with grief as they failed over and over to resuscitate her. Max walked me over, to the side where doctors weren't trying to resuscitate her. The doctors stopped and shook their head. I leaned down and kissed her cold lips.
"Never give in..." were the words that I whispered against her lips.
I took a few steps back as the tears poured down my face. The doctor opened his mouth to call it, when suddenly her heart started to beat again. They doctors rushed around to stabilize her, but they did it. Max smiled up at me and hugged me. Relief poured through my body, allowing me to breathe again.
"Thank you so much Andy..."
I smiled back.
"You're welcome Max."
She took me back to my bed and laid me back down. I was so tired from that small amount of effort. Max smiled at me.
"Go to sleep now Andy. You've done enough."
I nodded and drifted off to sleep, welcoming the darkness.
MAX POV:
I don't think I have ever been so relieved in my life. Skye was stable, and resting now. I walked back to the waiting room where the others were sitting there, looking mournful. They looked up when I walked in and were clearly confused to see me so happy. Ash stood up.
"Max...?"
I squealed and threw myself into his arms.
"SKYE'S GONNA BE OK!!"
Everyone cheered and hugged each other. I walked over to my band and we had a group hug. I put my hand in the middle. They looked at me and I smiled.
"We are in this together guys."
They nodded and placed their hands on top of mine. We threw our hands up in the air with a cheer of 'HELL'S ANGELS!'. Jake walked up to Maryse and took her hand.
"I guess this is as good as a time as any..."
Everyone went silent and I couldn't repress a smile. I knew what was coming. Maryse looked innocent as she looked up at him.
"A good time for what?"
Me and Brooke giggled quietly; she was so clueless sometimes. Jake took a deep breath.
"Maryse, I really do have deep feelings for you and.. I just wanted to ask... Will you go out with me?"
Brooke and I stifled giggles as her face flushed. Her face broke out into a wide grin and she jumped into his arms.
"OF COURSE!!"
We all cheered and Ash walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.  He kissed my neck gently.
"What about Andy?"
I smiled again.
"He woke up."
Everyone cheered again. I looked around at my friends, cheering and happy, now that this ordeal had passed. I knew this were going to be ok.
A couple of weeks later... SKYE POV:
I stretched as I walked out of the hospital revealed the bandages on my stomach and into the fresh air and sunlight.
"IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE OUTSIDE AND IN MY SKINNY JEANS!!"

My friends laughed behind me. Andy wrapped an arm around my waist and I leaned up to kiss his cheek. I loved him so much it hurt. The stab wound was still healing, but I was recovering quickly, much quicker than the doctors expected considering I had been dead for nearly 10 minutes. Fuck, that must've been so scary for Max. My poor sister, having to go through that. But thank God she found me, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Andy's wounds for the most part had healed, except for a few broke ribs and his sprained wrist and a couple of stitches.  Mine as well, jut except for the stab wound. That fucking hurts still. We were walking back to the buses when a fan walked up to me and Andy and asked for a photo. We did willingly and got back on the bus. Maryse came on to the BVB bus with me, I have no idea why. She tapped me on the shoulder.
"I need to talk to you. Let's go on our bus."
I shrugged my shoulders and followed her off the bus and onto ours. We sat down on the fur seats next to the couch and I lifted one leg over the other comfortably.
"So what's up?"
Maryse looked very seriously at me.
"When are you going to tell them about Elliot?"
My breath hitched and I looked down in guilt.
"When the time is right Maryse. I can't just up and tell him about something that big."
Maryse shook her head.
"You need to tell him."
She stood up and walked to the bunks, leaving me to my thoughts.
Maybe I should fill in some blanks.
Elliot is my son. My beautiful son.
But the thing is... He's Haydon's son too.
TBC...