Studio 22 | Mary-Kate Olsen

Chapter Fifty

June 21st 2023 - Brooklyn - Sage and Blue's Apartment

My phone started ringing and I knew exactly who it was, I pulled it out of my back pocket and answered her. "Hello, my love. Are you in bed?" I asked as I stood my phone up against my lamp on my nightstand. "Yes, are you?" "Not yet... Getting there though." She looked so cosy in her sheets. "Is that my hoodie?" "Our hoodie." She corrected me. "Mhm." I turned away from her to pick out something to wear to bed. I chose plaid pj shorts and a cami top. "You look cute," MK said with a lazy smile smeared across her face. "Thanks" I pulled my covers back and just as I was about to sit down when there was a huge thud outside my door.

My eyes went wide as I froze in place. "Babe?" MK questioned. I picked my phone up. "What was that?" "Sage?" I called out slowly walking to the door. Please don't be a random man in my apartment. I silently prayed to myself. I could have sworn I locked the door when I came in. Did I lock the door? "Sage is that you?" I called again, arriving at the main hall.

I looked around and I couldn't hear anything, no one was in the lounge or the kitchen. I checked the door and it was locked. I picked up the baseball bat that I had kept in the umbrella by the door since Cyprus' attack. "Sage!" "Babe, go to the car and come home." "Sage!" I ignored MK and walked back through the apartment towards Sage's room. "Blue! Please, just come home." "It's fine, no one is here." I tried to soothe her though I wasn't very convincing. I wasn't 100% sure no one was here hence me walking around the house with a baseball bat gripped in my hand.

I open the door and drop the bat immediately. "Sage!" I rush to him and drop to my knees on the floor. "Call an ambulance!" I tell MK. "What's happened?" "Sage, he's not breathing!" I was trying to get the sick out of his mouth that he had been choking on. "Mary-Kate!" She hung up.

"You're gonna be okay," I told him as calmly as I could. "I'm here now, you're going to be okay." I assured him, hearing was the last thing to go before you died, so he might still be able to hear me. Get comfort from that, hold on and fight and wake up and be okay. He was laid on the floor by his desk, empty bags and needles laid there, lines still neatly made out of white powder waiting for him to inhale it and poison him more. How could he do this to himself?

Once I got his airway clear I checked his pulse, "No, no, no. Sage!" I shouted at him. "Sage. Please!" Tears ran down my face at an alarming rate as I lost control of my emotions. My fingers are still on his pulse point waiting to feel the faint pulse against my fingers. I hit my head with my hand, I needed to pull it together. I trained for this. To be calm in a crisis, to save a life. But it's hard to save a life when it's your brothers. Your twin laying there not breathing, no heartbeat. How do you stay calm? How do you detach yourself from that? Feel nothing as you push on his chest in an attempt to bring him back to me. I pulled him onto his back and began compressions. I kept talking to him, in hopes it would get him to wake up. Like my voice was enough to break through everything to make him magically be okay.

"Come on, Sage." I whispered, my arms burnt but I didn't stop unless it was to give him a rescue breath. My phone kept ringing but I ignored it, whoever it was could wait. "Mateo, you can't leave me! You promised!" "Por favor despierta. Te necesito," I begged him. How was I meant to do life without him? Yes he hurt me, he scared me sometimes but the pain didn't hurt this bad. It never would. Losing him was like dying myself. We might not have been as close as we were before moving home but he's still been there through everything. He's my other half, the only person in the world who completely understands me. I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. It was hard to breathe, my chest tightened with each movement as I looked into his glassed over eyes trying to get him to respond to me.

I don't know how long it took before the paramedics arrived and took over the compressions but my head was full, everything was noisy and my eyes wouldn't leave his body as they slid him on a board before shocking him. Hot tears still rolled down my cheeks at a rapid pace. "Ma'am, what's your name?" "Sofia Sinclair." "Okay, Sofia, come with us." They carried him out to the Van and they put him in the back, I sat in the front. I could only hear what the paramedic was doing. Sage hadn't woken up, the beeping of the heart machine hadn't alarmed once. The lights flashed quickly and the siren pierced through the silent streets of Brooklyn, anyone who was sleeping would have awoken to the flashing lights through their windows as we whizzed past to the nearest hospital. The paramedic kept trying to talk to me but I couldn't comprehend his words, it was like he was speaking in a different language to me.