Good Girl From Texas (18+)

vacation

Athena's pov

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I feel myself drift awake at the sound of a phone call. I roll over tiredly and pick it up. It's Andrea. I also quickly check the time 3:47am. "hello?" I answer. "hey, listen you need to get to the hospital right now. I'll tell you the information when you get here. Just hurry please, bring gab too." She says in a panic voice. "Oh my god okay, we'll be there in a few." I say, now fully awake. "Okay, be safe." We hang up and I jump out of bed. Putting some pj pants on and grabbing my hoodie really quick. I go into Gabby's room and wake her up and tell her what's going on. We're in the car in less then 5 minutes.

The drive over my mind is racing, who could be hurt? What happened? Is it my Val?

It's about a 30 minute drive to the hospital. We get out of the car and go in. Everyone is in the waiting room. Val's here, safe other then a look of terror on his face, also covered in what looks like smoke ash and his shirt covered in blood. I run to him and give him a hug, not caring just happy he's okay. "Val what's going on?" I cry, my emotions overcoming me. He looks at me sadly, his mouth hangs open no words able to come out. He stands like that for a few seconds before breaking down absolutely crying. He falls into me, barley able to hold himself up. I comfort him he best I can. I look around the waiting room, trying to see who it could be.

My heart drops when I realize Alex isn't here and I see Amalia she's absolutely distraught. Andrea holding her rubbing her back soothingly. I cry, knowing something bad has happened. We stand there with each other for a few seconds before he pulls away trying to compose himself. "Alex was shot in the chest, it's bad Athena," he sobs. I gasp, completely shocked. Shot? What the hell happened tonight? The boys were supposed to be on a overnight supply run for one of Sam's business. They weren't supposed to be home until 8 or 9 this morning. My thoughts are interrupted by Sam. Who came out with a doctor. Everyone turns their attention. Sam goes and sits with Andrea.

"My name is Dr. Sutton I am your friends surgeon. I'm just here to tell you that the bullet missed Alexandre's heart by 2 inches, if it would of gone any closer he would of died, but surgery was successful. We we're able to repair his chest and he is alive and doing well so far." He smiles softly. Everyone takes a breath of relief, Val turns towards me and hugs me tightly. "When can we see him?" He asks. "Soon, he's still asleep. But I'll come back out and get you when he's awake." Dr. Sutton says, Val shakes his hand and he leaves.

We go and sit down with everyone else. It's not till now I notice that Angel, Sam and Juan are also covered in smoke ash. It looks like they were in a burning building or something. "What happened?" I ask Val, he looks at me then looks at Sam. Sam nods softly and Val looks back at me. "Someone tried to rob him, we were at the bar and he pulled out a gun and when Alex wouldn't give him anything he shot him square in the chest." He says, he let's tears fall from his eyes and he lays his head on my shoulder. I put my arms around him, "shh it's okay, he's going to be fine you heard he doctor." I soothe him. "I know, " he says sadly. Part of me doesn't believe him because why would they all be covered in soot, but I don't question him about it. All that matters now is that Alex is okay.

We sit in the waiting room for about another hour before Dr. Sutton comes back out, "ready to see him?" He asks, everyone stands up. "I'm sorry guys I can only have 2 of you at a time." He says, "Come with me?" Val asks me, I smile softly and agree. We start following the doctor. Reaching the room Dr. Sutton stops outside the door. "He's going to be a little drowsy from the medicine but he should be able to hold a conversation." He says, me and Val nod and he let's us in. Seeing Alex on that hospital bed is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I love him he's like a brother to me. And I know him and Val have been very close since the death of their father. I can't even begin to imagine what he must be feeling.