Storm

CHAPTER THIRTY

Tyler's POV

The nurse stands in front of us, with a doctor walking up to her. He gives her a chart then turns to us. He stands tall with kind eyes and a reassuring aura surrounding him. The pounding in my chest calms down. He clears his throat, "Miss Brooks? I'm assuming is you?" I nod in response and he smiles, "Both look alike...any who the surgery went well. Unfortunately he is in a coma right now, he suffered a heavy blow to the head but luckily we found it before it could lead to any major damage. We don't know how long it could last but he is a fighter." He puts a hand on my shoulder and we follow him to Marcos room.

Once we get to the floor, I can feel myself get weak. My mother silently crying and father sniffing. Clara has held my hand the entire time and it's helped. Once we get there he opens the door to a white room and a single bed. Marco lays there looking lifeless, bruises on his face and bandages wrapped around him. A tube in his mouth and machines around him. His dark hair isn't as wavy as usual, it's glued to his face as if he's sweating. I felt a slight push as his girlfriend runs to him and holds his hand. Tears fall down her cheek, but she keeps herself calm.

I walk towards him and crouch down to his ear, "When you wake up, I'll punch you so hard for this" Clara giggles lightly which gives me a slight warm feeling, I hold his hands and stroke it lightly. It's pale, but still warm. His knuckles are bruised, "A fighter" I say as I look at him and smile.

"We will be checking him everyday and will update you. You already know the visiting hours but I'll give you another hour" The doctor says with a wink and then walks away. My mum eagerly rushes to Marco and holds his face, placing a small kiss on his head.

"My sweet sweet boy" The tears dropping on to him as she looks at him.

Things start to settle and I just sit in silence. Clara holds my hand the entire time, that alone helps me with the pain of seeing my brother in this state.

The clock ticks and all we do is sit in silence. I watch as his chests rises and falls every couple seconds. He looks at peace as well as physically half dead. I sigh lightly. I hear someone clear their throat, I and my mum peal our eyes away from him to see my crying father nod at the time. We all understand and I got up leaving a kiss on his head. "I'll be back bro"

The drive home has been quiet, it's not like we are actually going home. The safe house. The ride back to the safe house. This is how life will be till we find that son of a bitch? Great! Absolutely fucking amazing.

The drive is an hour and there's silence, my parents have already gone home. Once we see the drive the guards let us in and I immediately go inside. I'm told Elijah is asleep so I just go straight to my room and strip off, getting into the shower. The warm water hitting my chest, calming me down slowly. I slowly inhale, thinking about the images of my brother. His pain and scars he will have left. His girlfriend on his side. The anger starts to bubble in me. This isn't right! It just shouldn't have happened.

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Clara's POV

When we get back Tyler goes straight to the room, I bid my goodbyes with everyone and the house is empty. I walk up the stairs to Elijah's room to see his sleeping figure, he looks exhausted. I place a small kiss on his head and sigh. I can't believe what happened to Marco, I love Marco very much. He is a great uncle and an even better person. He looked so lifeless on that hospital bed. It was a scary image.

I walk to my room and Tyler comes out the shower. She looks pissed off as well as exhausted. I approach her and touch her shoulder for her to retract from me as if I'm fire. "I'm here for you, don't act like this" I say firmly. She looks at me and her jaw clenches. I see pain in her eyes. If I wasn't so determined right now, I'd be lost in her perfect body.