Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 43 - Birth of the storm

TW: Blood

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6 months earlier

-Vegas-

"You can't enter here. The doctors are taking care of him."

The nurse gently pushed me away and I stood still in the middle of the hospital hallway watching the person I love the most moving far away from me in the emergency room surrounding by paramedics fighting to save his life.

I stood still, soaked in the blood of my lover, Kinn and Porsche beside me.

"Fuck...FUCK!"

Porsche shouted, punching the wall with force. Kinn let him do, watching him from afar, with a painful and helpless look of his face.

And I was still there, immobile, watching everything moving in fast motion around me. The muffled sounds, the muffled voices. My ears were ringing, my palms were shaking, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard.

Everything stood still. A suspended moment when my whole world felt apart.

I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and a fainting voice talking to me. But I didn't understand what the person was saying. I didn't hear. Her lips were moving, but there was no sound. It was a nurse leading us to a seclude waiting room.

I was in a state of shock. I know it now.

The only thing we could do was wait. An overwhelming and killing wait.

The nurse looked at me and approached me gently.

"There's a room put at your disposal for you to pray if you need it, I can take you there if..."

And without even thinking, I nodded. Without even hesitating a second. I didn't understand why suddenly my own body betrayed me. I never believed. I never had faith.

Yet, I followed her and entered a large room at the back of the hospital especially made for families to mourn or pray. A place I never stepped into before.

I looked around to see a couple of people who were kneeling silently. There were flowers, incense and candles burning, the dim light was enlightening the face of a statue of Buddha.

I always looked down on those who has faith. I never understood how people could put their hopes and their whole life into something, someone they couldn't even see.

Yet, I was standing there that night.

I kneeled before the statue and joined my hand in front of me. I took a deep breath. And for the second time in my whole life, I prayed.

I didn't even know who I was praying. But I did it with my whole soul, my whole heart.

Praying for Pete to survive. For his heart to be strong enough to keep beating. For him to come back to me. Holding on to someone, something I couldn't see.

Because I knew. I knew if he dies, I won't survive it. I don't want to live in a world where he doesn't exist. I'll take my own life to join him in death.

In the grip of his arm, far from what we ever know. I want to see the other side if Pete is holding my hand. I'm ready, I'm not scared.

I stayed there for a while and finally went back into the waiting room inside the hospital. It was empty, Kinn and Porsche weren't there.

I sat and stared into space. Everything was silent. Empty. I looked beside me and stared at the empty sits.

My spine stiffened, my stomach suddenly ache and a violent spasm took over me, I rushed towards the bin and threw up violently.