Bad Blood ~Rewrite~

Nine

Flashes of light faded in and out of existence. Hollow shouts filled the air, shrouded in chaos. Pain filled the darkness. Everything was pain. A loud scream filled the air, Caitlyn didn't know if it belonged to someone else or if it was coming from her. Shrouded figures surrounded her, all lending a helpful hand as she fought against them.

"Caitlyn!" A voice echoed through. "Hang on!"

Nick shot me...

My Nick

Shot me...

"Caitlyn!" She felt her brows furrow in confusion as she awaited her saving grace. Where was the white light? Who was calling to her? Why wouldn't they just let her die?

I'm ready to die.

I want to die.

"Caitlyn! Just hold on!"

Thomas

The name echoed in her mind over and over again, she wasn't sure why. Suddenly, everything faded into a muted darkness.

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The chaos had died down. Blood covered multiple surfaces in the small room, painting everything in a heavy crimson. Caitlyn lay silently in the bed at the center of the room, covered in wires that helped monitor her and tubes that fed her life. The four men sat around the room silently, staring at the young girl.

Grant fluttered around the room in a panic, trying to clean the blood off of everything as he muttered to himself.

"I miss the the damn hospital..."

Thomas sat silently on the floor in the corner of the room, head in his hands as he stared at the young girl who struggled for life. Brendon paced back and forth at the end of her bed, biting his thumbnail nervously as Dylan sat by her side, holding her hand tightly as tears stained his cheeks. He brushed her hair gently with his fingers, silently begging her to wake up.

"What the hell happened?" Brendon asked finally, breaking the silence. He turned to Thomas expectantly.

"It's all my fault," Dylan muttered. "You were right... we shouldn't have told her anything." Thomas shook his head as he pulled himself up from the corner.

"N-no," he whispered, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "No, this would have happened anyways... I heard everything. She rejected his offer... she told him that she couldn't do what he did. This would have happened no matter what."

"How did you hear everything?" Grant asked, stopping his clean up to look at the blond. Thomas sighed and ran a hand through his hair, glancing around the room. "You've overheard a lot of her conversations..."

"I... bugged her briefcase after Depp's goons jumped her last month," he mumbled softly. Grant took in a deep breath and nodded as he fidgeted with the end of his stethoscope. "That's how I knew she was in trouble... as soon as I heard her confront him, I hurried back to the apartment... I was just too late-"

"No, you weren't," Grant said softly. "You found her right on time, actually. If you hadn't bugged it, none of us would have found her until it was too late. If you had gotten there even a moment later, she'd probably be dead right now."