Secret alliances

0.13

Meera's pov:

Wes taking me out was a really nice surprise but him yelling at me in the middle of target over a few pictures was not. I guess I was in the wrong for photographing him without consent as well but we're friends right?

Friends who kissed. The small voice in the back of my brain said.

The whole ride home was so awkward, he didn't make an effort to say anything and I was scared to talk because at one point I felt like breaking down. My voice would give me away so fast if I talk when I feel like I need to cry.

When he pulled into his driveway I thanked him and made my way back home. It was around six-thirty-ish so I imagined my family was having dinner.

I was right. I walked in on my family eating dinner and they asked me to join so I did.

"How was your day?" My mom asked, serving me a plate.

"It was good." I muttered. "How was yours?"

"Chāle aavē," she said, pushing the bowls towards me. (It was okay.)

The vibes of today were that of a Wednesday, and coincidentally it was a Wednesday. We cleaned up after dinner and I stayed home with Baa while my parents both went to the hospital to go feed Dada.

I went to see him yesterday and even got to feed him some of his dinner. Tonight, mom just suggested I stay home and take care of Baa, so I stayed. Wes, Rowan and their mom came over soon after mom and dad left for the hospital. They sat and talked with my grandma for a little bit and then Mrs. Griffin left, leaving Wes and Rowan with me.

I was lying in on a couch while Rowan messed with the T.V. and Wes was on his phone. Around eight, eight-thirty-ish my phone rang.

It was a call from my dad. "Hello?" I answered.

"Meera? Hello? Can you FaceTime me from Baa's phone? Hurry!" I quickly hang up and run to her room. My hands shaking as I FaceTimed my dad from it.

"Meera? What's going on?" Rowan called, running after me, Wes following.

"Hello? Mummy? He just went into cardiac arrest-" my dads voice broke. My heart dropped.  "If you want to say anything, you should probably say it now." He said in Gujarati, his voice cracking even more. I heard my dad crying for the first time in ages.

I'm holding the phone for my grandma but she reaches for it and takes it, pulling the screen super close to her face, muttering prayers rapidly while trying not to sob.

I can hear a bunch of background noises and my aunts are storming in as well. Someone grabs my hand and starts patting it gently. Rowan and Wes were silently crying next to me, Rowan had my hand in his lap.

A loud commotion starts on the other line of the phone, I scoot over so I'm sitting on my grandma's side pillow. "It's dropping." The nurse faintly said.

No.

My chest constricts and my grandma starts demanding what is happening. There's an Aarti playing in the background next to his bed.

"Eight-forty-three." Someone said on the other line. I heard the flat beeping noises from the monitor and I lost it.

I didn't even get to talk to him as much as I wanted.

"HE'S REVIVING! Grab the AED," my head perked up, I craned my neck to see the phone.

There was a faint uprise in the EKG line of his monitor.

"Jai bhagwan dada," my grandma heaved, still crying. "Can I come to the hospital?" She asked in Gujarati.

"Me too." I added, before my dad could answer.

He reluctantly said yes and was going to send a car with my aunts and uncles because baa was already weak and now she's probably in a state of shock so we don't want to risk it.

They hung up first and my grandma went into the bathroom. I fell back into the headboard, forgetting that Wes and Rowan were still there.

The both of them were talking in English but my brain wasn't registering it. I can't breathe.

I start taking in gasp sized breaths, rapidly blinking.

"Meera you okay? What's going on?" Rowan asked, looking at me. I shook my head, the words I wanted to say not coming out.

"I can't breathe." I rasp out, shutting my eyes and trying to calm myself down. Medicine. "I need my- my...." I trailed off.

"Huh?" Rowan is still in a daze and I'm a minute away from passing out.

"She's having a panic attack." Wes blurted, reaching over. "Meera?" His hand cupped my cheek, slightly shaking my face. "Meera, stay with me. Where's your medicine?"

My face turned sour when I tried to talk. "Up-up..." I gasped a mouthful of air again. "Up- upstairs."

Wes bolted out of the room and came back in less than a minute. I grabbed the pill and the inhaler from him, swallowing the pill dry and smelling the eucalyptus therapy inhaler.

Rowan was holding a glass of water when I turned to look at him. My hand was way too shaky to hold it so I shook my head at it. Wes grabbed the glass in one hand and used the other to cup my face, opening my mouth and slowly pouring the water down my throat.

I tapped his thigh, signaling I was done. All of three of us leaned back into the headboard, Rowan dropped his head on my shoulder and I dropped mine of Wes's shoulder, tears still falling off my face onto his hoodie.

Chapter 0.13

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i cried a lot writing that and this is supposed to be a filler chapter because the next chapter I have is almost 2,000 words and a lot is happening

Next chapter is in Meera's pov and