𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕥.𝟜

!!𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕!!

he watched as they dragged your bed down the bleak hospital halls, screaming medical terms he didnt bother to try to understand. why did he visit you? he should have at least given you a warning, or asked if it was safe to visit you like that. he tried to chase after you, wiping his tears off and pushing every doctor that came in his way. reaching you, he took a hold of your hand. it was cold to his touch. it was almost like your body didnt recognize him, despite spending every moment longing for him. too soon, the blazing red line came dangerously close to his feet.

"You cant cross here. We need to be able to help her, and you're not helping." The doctor gave him a quick glare. Alex didnt even bother to fight him as he stopped moving along with your hospital bed, leaving himself stranded in the midst of a sleeping hospital with strangers looking at him like he just caused an avalanche. His phone felt heavy in his pocket. The hospital staff have probably already called Wilbur and the other two, but he dialled him anyway. he wanted to be honest.

"hello?"

"Wilbur, It's y/n. please get here soon."

"w- what- h- why- how are you with y/n? and it's 4 in the morning. what did you do?" his voice raised threateningly. apparently the hospital hadn't called yet.

"i- i just went to visit her, then-"

wilbur scoffs. "yeah, okay. we'll be there soon. i dont want to see you anywhere near her."

---𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣---

alex sat completely still on the bench outside the building. his tired eyes scanned the parking lot for niki, wilbur and tommy. automatically, he straightened his back as he watched them leave a taxi that stopped on the side of the street. wilbur returned his gaze and whispered something to the two accompanying him. he walked up to the black-haired boy.

"You're here." alex spoke in a hushed tone.

"I should be here. Unlike someone else." he began walking to the entrance.

"Wilbur, please. it's better than him not showing up at all.." niki tugged on his arm. the blonde boy behind them stayed quiet, terrified that his best friend wouldnt make it out of surgery.

"I came because I needed to apologize, Will. For not being honest with her. You know, believe it or not, Y/N means a lot to me. I'm not completely fucking heartless."

Tommy moved closer to niki, not cowering behind her but not completely shielding her from the two.

"Yeah? Well look where your apology fucking got us, Alex."

"It's not my fucking faul-" His response was met with wilbur's fist. He was sick and tired of Alex's bullshit.

"What the fuck was that for?!" His height compared to will's was almost laughable, but he didnt hesitate to hit him back. before wilbur could hit him once more, tommy yelled out.

"For fucks' sake! Stop fighting, and be there for Y/n! she could be dying in there while you two idiots are out here having a fist fight! what are you, in third grade? I mean a literal child knows better than you!"

He silenced them.

"You're right." Alex wiped his bloody nose. Without a word, wilbur walked past them and right into the hospital, with niki, alex and tommy on his feet.

"i'll uhm.. i'll be right back, gonna get you some ice and tissues for your nose." niki set down their overnight bag and walked up to reception.

---𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕪---