17 | 50% chance

                                    

                                          
quick a/n: so i realized i've been back and forth saying gianna has a g wagon & a jeep lmao. my mistake yall! she has a g wagon that billie bought her so ignore anything i've wrote that says she has a jeep. thanks!
                          
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billie's pov:
                          
"where is she?!" yelled mia, running into the lobby of the er. 
                          
"surgery still," i said lowly with my head in my palms. 
                          
"do they know who did it?" she sat next to me. 
                          
"one of my exes, q" i looked at her. 
                          
"oh my god the one who assaulted her? i knew he was up to no good last night," she rolled her eyes and balled up her fist. 
                          
"wait what do you mean?" i furrowed my eyebrows. 
                          
she sighed. "he came up behind gianna and spoke to her like they besties. she dropped her drink on the ground and damn near had a whole anxiety attack on the spot. that's why she was throwing so many shots back."
                          
"why wouldn't she tell me she saw him?"
                          
"she didn't want you to be pissed," mia shrugged. 
                          
"hell i already knew he was there. i had seen him at the concert. i was trying to keep him away from her," i threw my hands out. 
                          
"b!" drew exclaimed, running in with zoe. "you okay? is gianna okay?" 
                          
"i don't know," i said lowly. "they said the chances of surviving this kind of surgery is 50%."
                          
"wh- wha-" drew struggled to speak as she sat down. 
                          
"and what about q?" zoe asked. 
                          
"he's being treated for a concussion and broken arm from the airbag. but after, he will be arrested under the charges of sexual assault and attempted murder," i sighed. 
                          
the er waiting room was soon filled with many from my team, my parents, fin and claudia, drew, zoe, mia and some of her dance partners, and even justin fucking bieber. 
                          
i was crying in finneas's arms. drew and mia were also crying. 
                          
i got on a group facetime call with her friends back in louisiana. they were worried as hell just like the rest of us. i promised to keep them updated though. 
                          
"billie what did the insurance say about her car?" my mom asked. 
                          
"it's not totaled, just need to get the door and shit replaced on the driver's side," i said, brushing through my hair. 
                          
"okay and we got someone to go get your car from off the side of the road and bring it here," mom said. 
                          
i nodded. 
                          
after many many moments of silent anxiousness, a surgeon eventually entered the waiting room. "gianna woodard?"
                          
every single one of us stood up, making the surgeon raise his eyebrows. i walked up to him slowly, fiddling with my fingers. "um im her girlfriend."
                          
"gianna survived the surgery," he smiled. 
                          
the entire room let out a huge sigh of relief. 
                          
"we were able to relieve the pressure on her brain, remove the pooled blood and repair damaged blood vessels," he nodded. "dr. lockwood will give you further instructions on her recovery process. you may go see her."
                          
"oh my god thank you thank you," i began sobbing and squatted to the ground. 
                          
"billie," finneas came up behind me. "go see her," he grinned.