The Lost Sister

28- no heartbeat

I fell into Connor as another wave as nausea coursed through me. He wasn't much help as he swayed backwards too.

I felt hands grip my shoulders. My eyes fluttered open slightly to see Luca's worried peering back at me.

I couldn't hear him, but I could see him talking. I couldn't focus. My vision was hazy. I slung my head to the side.

Even with my vision being blurry, I could see Connor wasn't awake.

My senses came back to me and I inhaled sharply. My head was still spinning, but I could see. My ears continued to ring.

I scooted closer to Connor as Luca pressed me to his chest in case I went under another spell.

I vaguely heard Bree screaming at Connor to wake up. Dylan had his ear to Connor's chest then pressed his fingers to Connor's neck.

He quickly began doing CPR on my twin brother.

"Connor," my voice rang out different. "Connor! Wake up!" I screamed.

Kayla was by my side holding my hand. We had to get out of here. "Kayla, steady Cora." Luca ordered. They swapped spots.

Bree was still sobbing. Connor had no pulse. He was dead. No. That's not true. It couldn't be true. And it wasn't.

"Dylan, help me get him out of here," Luca ordered referring to Connor.

He grabbed Bree by the shoulders. "Pull yourself together. Help Kayla get Cora to the car. Now." He spoke in a mafia voice.

My ears cleared more. Bree nodded at the command. They both took up a side as Luca and Dylan did with Connor and began hauling both of us to the car.

"He has no pulse." Bree repeated over and over.

She was beginning to make my head hurt even more. "Yes! We are well aware." Kayla snapped as they got me into the car.

I soon faded out of consciousness.

Kayla's POV:

I quickly check Cora's pulse to see if she was still breathing after she pass out. Luckily, she was.

The boys weren't in this car with us. They had called an ambulance that was in their pay roll that was close by.

Bree was scratching at her skin. "Help with the anxiety of not being with Connor?" I asked making small talk. She glanced at me.

"I guess. What do you feel when you're not with Cora? When she's out in the world alone?" Bree asked suddenly.

And so I answered. Honestly.

"Like a part of my heart is out there and I can't protect it. It could die at any moment and if it did, I wouldn't survive. Like I love her. And I will protect her until my dying breath." I told her.

"Congrats. You just fell in love. With someone who could die at any second of any day." Bree retorted.

"Anyone can die at any second of any day. But I believe Cora and Connor will pull through this because they are too strong and have endured too much to go out like this." I spoke.

She shut her mouth for the rest of the drive. We pulled into the Banks driveway.

Bree started to take off toward the house because the ambulance was already here. I grabbed ahold to her wrist.

"I'm sorry. I know you want to see him, but he also needs his sister. So help me get her into the hospital." I implored.

"It's fine! I've got her!" Her father yelled running toward us.

He picked her up bridal style. Bree wasted no time darting into the house toward her beloved.

"Why does this always happen to my children?" He asked no one as a fear cascaded down his face.

Her dad carried her inside, but I hung back. Once I was sure I was alone I let out a blood curling scream.

It echoed off the walls as my sobs followed. "Fuck!" I screamed loudly before crashing to the ground. I brought my knees up to form a ball.

A escaped my throat again. "Give us a goddamn break!" I screamed loudly.

I felt a hand wrap around my shoulder. Instinctively, I gripped the hand about to flip them over my shoulder.

"Woah! Woah! Sweetheart, it's me." My dads voice rang out. I let go of his hand quickly.

"I'm sorry, dad." I hiccuped. He sat down beside me and wrapped his large arms around my curled body.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Well, my best friend is unconscious for the millionth time. Her brother, who is like my family, had no pulse. I'm peachy." I snapped.

He didn't looked surprised by my outburst. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you." I apologized.

"It's okay," he assured me. He pulled me to my feet despite my complaints and protests.

"Let's get you inside. It's going to be a long night." My dad informed me.

I kept by his side as he leaded me into the kitchen. He fixed us some coffee and sat it down in front of me.

"Any updates?" I mused, twirling my fingers together.

"I haven't been down there." He answered.

I nodded. "I'm going to go change." I informed him. He went to protest. But I kissed his cheek and jogged off.

I went straight to my room. I changed into some sweat pants and one of Cora's hoodies.

It's her new favorite. It was a simple black with writing saying 'may we meet again' from the 100.

She saw it online and had to have it. I pulled on some fuzzy panda socks and walked downstairs.

It wasn't that cold, but I felt numb and the warm clothes kept that feeling away for a little.

I forced my self to the hospital room. I heard Bree screaming. I began running.

Dylan and Luca were crying whilst trying to comfort their mother. As was Uncle Mike, but he looked like his world had been taken.

"We haven't been able to restart his heart." I heard the doctor say.

Then another scream sounded. And Cora stood wobbly.