broken|| ahs kyle spencer and zoe benson

chapter seventeen: room 123

tw: mentions of self harm, death and alcohol

word count: 1161
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it'd been a few days, zoe was doing better. she found ways to cope and was actually thinking about starting therapy. life at the coven was getting insane, though. the new supreme would soon rise.

kyle had started the new job he'd applied for and was also managing school. his job was part time because of college. kyle had been struggling, though. he was sick of living in constant sadness and darkness. he'd also been feeling guilty for not being there for zoe.

when zoe was working with the witches, he would turn to cutting.

zoe didn't even know, because kyle put on such a happy face.

zoe and kyle were downstairs, eating dinner with madison, nan, and queenie.

"how often do you guys fuck?" madison said, trying to get on zoes nerves.

zoe and madison were talking and kyle was kind of zoning out until he felt his phone buzz in his pants.

shit. it's my mom.

mom: kyle, hunny. i know you don't want to hear from me but listen.

mom: you're father is dying. only another day at most. he's in the hospital downtown, if you want to see him.

kyle stared at his phone in shock, blocking out the talking of the girls.

he hadn't seen his dad in like six years. he loved his dad so much, but he abandoned him. he honestly wasn't sure how to feel.

kyle put his phone back in his pants shakily, he felt like he was going to throw up.

"i'll be back." he mumbled, brushing his hand across zoe's shoulder as he ran upstairs to throw up.

kyle threw up twice before sobbing. he felt like nothing was ever going to be okay again. it hadn't been, in months. in years maybe.

10 minutes passed, and kyle never came back down. zoe put away her own plate and kyles before going upstairs to check on him. as she opened the bedroom door, she heard crying and gagging.

"kyle?" she said, rushing to the bathroom.

kyle was crying so much he couldn't breathe, he was having a panic attack.

"hey, you're okay." she said, sitting down and pulling kyle into her chest. "you're okay."

zoe was confused, but she knew he was panicking.

kyle tried to talk, but he was choking on his words.

"shh. just breathe. it's okay."

kyle listened to her and tried to steady his breathing. but suddenly he felt fear. just fear.

"i-i have to go!" he said, pushing zoe away and getting up. he was frantically looking for a jacket and his phone.

he was scared that his dad would die right this second and he'd never get to say goodbye.

"kyle." zoe said, trying to grab ahold of him as he moved around. "kyle!"

kyle jumped at zoes loud voice before breaking down again. zoe wrapped her arms around kyle and held him close.

"what happened?" zoe said, rubbing his back as he started to calm down. "you were just fine 20 minutes ago.."

kyle clenched his eyes shut and nuzzled his face into the crook of zoes neck. zoe felt his tears and her heart felt broken.

kyle took a deep breathe.

"my dads dying." he said, "i haven't seen him in six years and now he's gonna die."

zoe pulled back and kissed him. she didn't know how to comfort him, and she didn't know what to say.

"i got to go see him." kyle whimpered, wiping the tears from his face and pulling away.

"do you want me to take you?"

kyle didn't answer. he wanted her near him right now, but he was embarrassed. kyle grabbed his phone and jacket.

"kyle, if you need me i'm here."

he nodded, signaling that he wanted her to come. within 10 minutes, they were outside starting the car. zoe drove and kyle sat in the passenger seat.

"he probably doesn't want me there." he mumbled as they pulled into the hospital parking lot.

"do this for yourself, kyle." zoe said, getting out of the car.

they stared to walk in, holding hands. kyles hands shook of nervousness and were super sweaty.

"it's okay." she said, kissing him.

kyle went up to the front desk. zoe followed.

"thomas spencer. is he here?"

"not sure if you want to see him. he's pretty sick and on life support." the lady said, zoe was surprised she would say something like that.

"just tell us what room." she scolded.

"room 123."

they went up the elevator to the third floor. the floor was designated for patients who were dying. beeps echoed the hallway, and people crying.

"can you wait here?" kyle asked.

zoe nodded, sitting down in the waiting room.

"i love you, i'm here if you need me."

kyle headed off to the room his dad was in, tears in his eyes.

kyle never talked about his dad much, so zoe had no idea how kyle felt about him. he didn't know if his dad was just as bad as him mom, or not.

kyle looked through the glass window, there he was. his dad was hooked up to machines and super skinny. he still didn't know what happened.

kyle opened the door and walked in quietly. anger and sadness grew as he walked closer to his dad.

on the wall, there was a bored that said everything about whatever patient was in the room.

drunk motorcycle accident.

"it's me, dad." he whispered, pulling a chair next to his dads bed. "it's kyle."

he didn't wake, though.

tears streamed down his face as he reached out to touch his dads hand. this was the first time he'd seen his dad since he was like 13.

"i don't know what i did to make you hate me.." he started, "but i missed you."

a nurse walked in, which startled kyle.

"sorry to interrupt, but visiting hours are nearly over."

kyle nodded, and looked back at his dad. the nurse walked out of the room.

"i'm in college, now." he cried, "and i have a girlfriend. her names zoe. i think you would like her."

kyle felt like he was running out of time, there was so much that he did after his dad left. even though his dad was about to die, kyle couldn't help but be a little mad.

"you left me with my mom. you knew how bad she was, and you left me."

right at this moment, the machine his dad was hooked up to started to beep. his heart rate was declining.

a nurse walked in, and started to turn off the machine.

"what are you doing?" kyle said, getting up.

"he sighed a DNR. i'm sorry."

kyle sat back in the chair and cried. this was it, his dad was seconds away from being dead.

"i love you, still." kyle whispered. touching his dads cold, dead hand.

he was gone.