STURNIOLO TRIPLETS-one shots

Worried About Marylou- All

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This is a request from someone who didn't want to be named but comes up with fire ideas

Also this is in first person and present tense, which is different than usual. Lmk ur thoughts on it!!
Tw: swearing, hospitals, pet names

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   'Hello, is this a family member of Marylou Sturniolo? Yes, you are being contacted because she has been brought into the Boston hospital. I'm afraid I cannot disclose any information until you get here. Yes. Yes. Ok, thank you.'

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    Matt's POV:
   
    There was no reasonable way to react to a phone call like that. I shakily put the phone back onto the hook. My heart hammered a million miles an hour. What was wrong with mom? Would she be alright?
    What if...
    No. I couldn't think that. I need to keep it together, for my brothers if no one else.
    Wait.
    Nick and Chris.
    They didn't know yet.
    I grab my phone and swipe to Chris's contact. It rings twice before he picks up.
    " Chris!" My voice sounds panicked even in my own ears.
    " Matt? What's up?" The sound of talking and laughing echoes in the background. I hate to be the one who has to ruin Chris's fun out with his friends.
    " I-it's mom."
    " What? What happened? I'll come home-" I can hear Chris shuffling around. " Is she alright? Fuck-"
    " We need to go to the hospital." Matt gulped. " I'll pick you up."
    " Shit, shit shit- Matt?"
    " Yeah?" I'm already at the door, keys in hand.
    " I'm scared. What if-"
    " Don't say that." I cut in harshly. " It's gonna be fine. She'll be fine."
    She has to be fine, right?
    Right?
    " I'm gonna call Nick and pick him up too, ok? It'll be a max of ten minutes."
    Chris hummed anxiously in reply and I hung up, dialing Nick and pushing myself out the door.

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Chris's POV:
   
    The second I heard Matt's voice on the phone, I knew something was wrong. My stomach twists nauseously in worry. Someone should tell Justin, even though he's out of town. And Dad- he probably already knows, but he won't be able to leave work early.
    " Chris?" Nate pulls me from my thoughts. " Who was that?"
    " Oh," I slip my phone into my pocket, edging towards the door. " Matt. I- uh- I have to go. Something happened to my mom."
    " Marylou?" Madi comes up behind me, eyebrows creasing in worry. " Is she alright? What happened?"
    " I don't know." My voice cracks. " We have to go to the- the hospital."
    " Oh Chris." Madi hugs me tightly as Nate moves to rub my back. " She's gonna be fine. Do you want me to come with you, or...?"
    " Thanks, but I think it should be family." I sniff, holding back tears. " I- I have to go."
    " Ok, text me." Nate says, him and Madi sharing a look.
    I nod, pushing to the door and out into the crisp afternoon air. The curb looks inviting as I crumble to the ground, head in hands. The tears start slow, but come faster and faster.
    What would happen to me, Matt and Nick if something's really wrong?
    Would we have to buy our own houses and spend all our weekends at the hospital?
    Would we have to plan a funeral-
    She can't die.
    No, no, no.
    Please no.

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Nick's POV:

    " Oh, hey Matt! You'll never guess what just happened-" I say, about to start the hilarious story that Chloe just told me.
    " Nick." His voice is scared. Desperate.
    " Yeah?" I quickly turn the phone off speakerphone and hold it to my ear.
    " Mom's in the hospital. I'm in the car coming to get you. You're at Michaela's, right?"
    Mom?
    " Y-yeah I am." I stand and grab my bag.
    " Gotta go." I mouth to Chloe, pointing at the door. She nods in response and waves cheerfully.
    I wish I could do the same back.
    I walk out the door and down the driveway.
    " -Won't tell me what's wrong with her until we get there..." Matt is talking loudly. " Oh I see you. One sec-" He hangs up as the minivan pulls in front of me.
    " C'mon, get in." Matt urges, pushing open the door. I jump in, noting the crazed look in his eye.
    " Oh my god, what if- holy shit I can't take this-" Matt ranted, pulling away from the curb. He pulled a hand through his hair in agony. " Fuck, what-"
    " Matt." I sooth, placing a hand on his bouncing knee. " Take some deep breaths, ok sweets? Everything's gonna be fine." I push away the horrible feeling deep in my heart.
    " Yeah." Matt breathed deeply, indicating and turning onto Madi's street where Chris was. " Yeah, you're right. Ok."
    " Look, there's Chris." I point to the sidewalk where he's sitting. His face is red and swollen from crying.
    Matt pulled over and Chris climbed into the back silently.
    I watch my brother's faces, mirroring the grief on my own.
   Mom's gonna be ok.
    She has to be ok.
    Right?
    Right?

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Third person:

    The boys pulled up and parked in front of the hospital, sucking in a collective breath.
    Here, they would find out Marylou's fate.
    Here, they would find their own fate.
    Good or bad.
    The trio walked into the waiting room and gave their names.
    " Oh, yes." The lady at the desk clicked at her computer. " It'll just take a couple moments. You can take a seat over there."
    Nick nodded, leading his silent brothers to the uncomfy waiting chairs. He was trying to stay strong for them all. Being the eldest and all; it was in his job description.
    They clung together, simultaneously falling apart and holding it together for each other.
    After what felt like eternity, they were led to room 309.
    Marylou's room.
    She was sitting up in the bed, looking pale but relieved.
    Sweet relief flooded the three, tears of relief jumping to their eyes.
    " Oh, my boys." She opened her arms as the triplets close.
    " We were so scared-"
    " What happened-"
    " Are you ok-"
    She smiled slightly. " I'm fine. Accidentally cut my self and fainted at the blood. One of my coworkers drove me here." Marylou held up a bandaged arm. " They're discharging me soon. I wanted to contact you myself so you wouldn't worry, but I forgot my phone."
    " I'm not sure what we would've done if-" Chris shook his head and wiped his face.
    " We love you mom."
    The four unconsciously pushed closer to each other, breathing in the scent of life.