Cruel Intentions - Vegas/ Pete Fan Fiction

Fallen

Here is it Chapter 12, Please be advised there is self abuse here and other uncomfortable things. This is purely on Vegas POV...

Vegas- 1am

I feel the heat of the night engulfing me whole making it difficult to breathe or maybe it was the onset of the panic attack I was currently experiencing with EMT placing an air mask on me to push air into my lungs. Before me, two other EMTS were working on Pete setting up an air tube through his mouth and another rapidly counting off the chest compressions she was doing.

"We need to move him now!" Screamed the woman doing the compressions trying to read a heart beat on a machine that wasn't saying much. When the lines of the machine spiked up abnormally, Pete was moved to a stretcher and was rolled off to the ambulance with the EMTS barking at anyone getting in the way.

I stood up but the EMT looking after me sat me back dow, "I am not a Dr, sir, but your boyfriend looks critical. You go with them now you will only get in the way. Let them take care of the patient." I scowled but didn't argue. Kinn barked orders to cuff Korn and take him away but the specifics of it were starting to blur and I couldn't keep up with what was going on. My heart was palpitating so weirdly and I couldn't stop the shaking of my hands even my legs felt limb. I looked down to try and move them but no response came to them.

"Vegas" I heard someone say at a distance yet Joshuas face was right in front of me, I opened my eyes to keep from going under whatever was happening to me but I couldn't focus.

"Pete" I managed to say grasping Joshuas arm before everything starting to dim and I couldn't keep myself up anymore.

"Vegas!" someone screamed but I was too tired.

Hospital - few hours later - morning

I woke up with a jerk grasping my chest as I sat up breathing in hard. It took me awhile to understand where I was as the beeping of the machines attached to me gave an obvious answer. The sterile smell of alcohol pungent in the air tickling the back of my nose and the white of the walls making the room feel colder than I knew it usually is. I was dressed in a hospital gown relief to had been cleaned off the blood I knew had been stuck to me from Pete. "Fuck!" I screamed hitting the hospital bed over and over again in desperation grabbing hold of the sheets as the tears ran down my cheeks. I took hold of the pillow placing it between my legs and hugging it tight muffling my screams along the sobs that followed I sobbed with every punch I made until there were just hollow hiccups coming from my mouth and I felt the pressure of my chest alleviate just a tiny bit.

I tugged on the IV line grimacing as the needle made it way out, removed the heart monitor patches that were stuck to my chest, removed the thin air tube around my nose and walked out the room grabbing the attention of Shooter who reached out to me when I stumbled. "You are alive" I said in question because I could have sworn I saw him getting shot at the warehouse. He nodded to me taking hold of my arm and waist to steady me upright. "Where is Pete?" I asked, "Please take me to him." But shooter didn't move and his face dropped looking to the ground.

"Pete is in critical condition khun Vegas. No one has been allowed to see him, not even Khun Kinn" He whispered guiding me back to the room forcefully at the same time a male nurse and the Dr on Kinns payroll rushed over to us looking at Shooter for any signals of needing help, but I was beyond fighting at this point, who was I to argue with the team helping Pete stay alive. At least he was alive, I laid back on the bed and allowed the nurse with the coldest hands I have ever felt place the patches back on my chest along with the IV.

" Where is Pete?" I asked hiding the emotions threatening to come, it was the one thing I ever got praised for before. I was used to this, the hospital, the injuries, the cover ups, the kill and the loneliness that came with it all; but now, it felt different. Pete is my life, the one person who doesn't crumble by my very presence the only one who sees the razor sharp edges and goes for it anyway. I felt anguish, worried even fright. Yes, I Vegas, was scared of loosing someone so precious. I didn't realize the Dr had been speaking until he placed his hand on my shoulder to catch my attention. He took my chin in his hand and smiled with so much warmth.