finn rushed through the doors of the hospital, banging every door in the way. he shoved through everyone out of his way and ran down the hallways as fast as he could.
"finn wolfhard?" there stood multiple police officers outside a hospital room. then there was kelly and robert right outside the room, kelly was full on sobbing.
further down the hallway, there was the cast and they were all crying too.
no, it can't be.
"finn wolfhard?" the officer asks again
"y-yeah? that's me." he turns his attention away from everyone
"you were the one who made the call right?" the officer asks
"yeah, where's millie? s-she's okay right?" he asks shakily, "you guys made it, s-she's fine, right?"
"finn..." kelly cuts in, "she didn't make it."
he whips his head around quickly, "what do you mean didn't make it!? s-she- no! she-" he cuts himself off with a sob, "w-where is she!? i need to see her!" he screams
caleb rushes over to him and holds him close, "fuck! no! stella, why!? p-please tell me this is a joke, i beg you guys please." he buries himself into calebs chest, "tell me it's a fucking joke!"
"finn, we would like to ask you some questions." the officer says as he looks up
he turns his attention to robert, "you son of a fucking bitch!" he moves out of calebs grasp, "t-this is all your fault!" he runs over and shoves his chest harshly, "you did this to her! you hurt her! you asshole, this is all your fault! who does this to their own child!" he continues to slap him
"hey!" the officer shouts
"let me see her." finn demands, "let me fucking see her!" he screams
"s-she's in the room, we're not moving her to the morgue yet." kelly whispers
finn gives robert one last shove before he rushes into the room.
there she was on the bed, her hair was wet, she had cuts on her cheeks and a large bruise on her chin and arm. her body was all blue and pale. her head was tilted slightly and her lips were lightly curved up into a smile.
she was practically lifeless.
"oh god." he covers his mouth as he lets out a sob
he rushes over to the side of the bed and holds her hand, "millie, wake up. stop playing, just wake up." he whispers
"finn, we want to ask you some questions." two officers walk into the room
"just do it." he whispers sternly as he continues to caress the back of her hand
"we were thinking in the other ro-"
"just do it here! i don't want to leave." he cuts him off
"okay. why did you make the call? were you there?" the officer starts
"she called me, about a few hours ago and she didn't speak. i kept on calling her and calling her until she finally picked up. she was sobbing, she said everything was a mess. i heard waves so i asked if she was at the beach but she said she was at the bridge. that's when i knew what she was planning, i told her to get back but she kept going on how she lived a great life, how she loved me and never hated me. she told me this was for the best and then the call cut off. i-i was scared and i- so i called the police." he explains the whole story
the officer nods as he writes some stuff down, "we found some bruises on her chin and arm. along with those cuts on her cheek and those handprints, it was shown it wasn't made from the impact in the water. do you know what happened?"
