𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 // 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞

2.6 (the truth released)

song of the chap: before you go- lewis capaldi

sierra layed in a hospital bed, in a medically induced coma, her sister sobbing and sitting next to the bed with sierras hand in hers. sierras parents were out of town for a wedding, claire hadnt called them yet in hope sierra would get better before they came home in a week. she knew it was impossible, but she did not want to have to tell them sierra was addicted to drugs. they were already spending thousands for one addict daughter, claire would hate to have them paying more.

though claire was the only one who was supposed to know, the doctors called her school because it was protocol. the only thing the school was going to do was call the 1st on sierras emergency contact list, which was not going to help. we'll get to that in a moment.

the nurse walked in and claire shot up, hoping for the nurse to atleast have something. like if sierra was going to live.

"anything?" claire asked and the nurse motioned for claire to sit.

"your sister sustained many injuries from her fall. a broken wrist, hairline fractures in her right femur and collarbone, and a broken finger along with the several cuts and bruises." the nurse started, pointing to the corresponding injuries on sierra. claire knew that already, she just wanted to know if there were any hints to why sierra fell.

"how? anything? my brother is a cop, so if you give me some hints he can help to find a reasn," claire begged, tears in her eyes. ethan already knew, and was driving up from new jersey as they spoke. claire knew she could trust sierras seceret with ethan, he'd take it to his grave unless told to say anything. and he wasnt any ordinary rookie cop, he was sargent of a precinct.

"we already know. sierras blood showed a high percentage of xanax. up to 5 30 milligram pills worth." the nurse explained as if claire was dumb.

claires jaw dropped. she had a sneaking feeling that sierra had relapsed, but she really didnt want it to be proven. thats when it clicked, 30 milligrams was the exact amount of milligrams of her xanax.

"thats 15 hundred milligrams, her tolerance isnt that high," claire mumbled to herself, looking at her passed out sister.

"her blood alcohol level was also .20%. which that plus the drugs is definitley the reason she fell. any idea of how she got the drugs and/or why she took them?" the nurse asked, as if it wasnt obvious.

"she is an addict. recovering addict." claire corrected herself. she knew that sierra had drank a little, but she also knew that she didnt drink enough to make her pass out like that. which is why she had the suspicion of her relapse. "the xanax is mine. prescribed for anxiety, i have severe anxiety and ptsd. she must've found it somewhere" claire rubbed her forehead, she felt guilty for not locking up the pills.

"i reccomend you find that bottle and lock it up or something before sierra is discharged." the nurse said, adjusting the levels on sierras iv machine. "ms. milton is in a medically enduced coma for now, but if we dont pull her out soon she may fall into an actuall coma."

"how soon?" claire asked, looking up.

"a day, or more? its hard to tell due to her state. shes stable, but on thin ice." the nurse finally said before walking towards the door. "i know you dont want to embarrass your sister, but you should call your parents and any loved ones soon. just in case," she added before leaving.

fuck. wake up cici.

claire remembered about the boys and casilda, and got her phone out quickly to call them. first she started with cas, mitty was up next.

"hello?" cas asked into the phone, she sounded tired. it was close to 1 am.

"hey, somethings happend" claire didnt know how to start, cas was like a 3rd sister to claire and sierra.

"what? is ci okay?" cas asked, you could hear claires words wake cas up and get her out of the bed she was laying in.

"no, look. the nurse just told me to call loved ones "just in case" and nothing else. its bad, im gonna buy you and anyone else who needs a ticket to rochester port. pack and get your ass over here. she needs you" claire explained, knowing she'd have to tell cas why sierra fell, but figuring it would be easier to tell her later.

"oh my god okay, dont worry about the tickets. kras and i will be there in a few hours."

"okay, good. im gonna call mitch."

"hey claire?"

"yea"

"keep her alive. i love you"

"i will. love you too." claire said before hanging up and crying softly. she forgot how close cas was to she and her sister, so hearing cas say those 3 words in distress really messed her up.

claire cleaned herself up and cleared the tears from her voice before she called mitchel. which was going to be a mess. she dialed the number which she took from sierras phone, because for some reason claire didnt have mitchels new number.

"mitch? its me. clara." claire started, holding her breath a bit.

"yoo, whatsup?" mitchel asked, music quietly playing in the backround. he sounded happy, claire hated to ruin that.

"mitch, listen um. sierra relapsed." she started and intended to say more, but mitty cut her off.

"oh my god is she okay?" he asked and claire felt more tears coming.

"no, she was also apparently drunk, and fell down the stairs." claire explained, the walls of her throat getting swolen and painful from all the tears she was holding back. she could hear mitchels face lose emotion as he shot up and started grabbing things. "the nurse just told me to call loved ones. ill get you a ticket."

"no i got it. be there soon. keep her safe."

claire ended the call and let her tears free, laying her head on sierras bed while still holding her hand. she sobbed and sobbed, losing control of her emotions.

-

sierra stayed under while claire sat around and waited for the others to arrive, her airpods in and blasting music to avoid breaking down in the middle of a hospital. hours passed, 3 of them went by till claire saw mitchel walk in the glass doors. claire stood up and walked to him, taking her headphones out. they stood in silence before claire hugged him, he was confused but hugged him back, knowing he was definitley hurting too. when they let go, they walked to opposite sides of sierras bed and sat down, claire taking hold of her sisters hand once again.

"so what happened?" he asked, and claire sighed.

"she drank like 4 glasses of wine at dinner and next thing i know she's falling down the stairs 3 hours later." claire explained to the best of her ability, before adding on with what the nurse explained. "nurse said she had 1500 mils of xan in her blood and a BAC of . 20%. she found some of my anxiety meds,"

"oh my god, she was so far." mitchel said with pain in his tone, rubbing sierras thigh on top of the blanket. "today is her 1 month" he weakly exclaimed, before realizing. "was, anyways" he added.

"cas?" claire asked, trying to change the subject but failed somewhat.

"had to get on a different plane, she and chris should be here soon." he explained, a tear falling. before anyone else could say anything, cas ran into the room with a sad christian following. she was the only one who didnt know.

"what happened?" cas exclaimed with major tears, claire stood up and held casildas hands.

"cas, she was high. on xanax."

Was there something I could've said
To make it all stop hurting?
It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless