concrete jungle - prowler miles

"𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄"

(tw for blood and trauma)

Serena calls for help and the car speeds off down the road. "No no no no." I mumble, holding Miles in my arms. He's taking lots of short, quick breaths while blood pools around us, turning the purple fabric of our clothes a deep magenta color. "Please don't go." My voice cracks. An icy breeze sends chills throughout my skin. "He-hey i'm f-fine, Asia.." Miles flashes me a weak smile and lifts his hand, wiping the tears from my eyes. I take his hand and squeeze it in mine. Miles' hand feels frozen in contrast with my own.

Serena comes over, panicking "The ambulance is on the way. They said to put pressure on the wound." She's pacing around the mlot mumbling things and shaking her head.

If I'm being honest it was a good minute before her words could reach my ears. This doesn't feel real, It can't be. This has to be fake. Suddenly I snap back to reality then press on Miles' lower abdomen, he winced a bit when I do. Kissing his forehead I reassure him."It's gonna be okay." I give him a warm smile but I don't know if it actually is.

Screams, sirens, and cries echoed through out the parking lot. I look up from Miles for a split second, trying to find the ambulance I heard before. Oh good,it's only down the street. "They're almost here!" I said smiling. I look back down at Miles.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Miles?" I only looked away for a second and now his eyes are closed. "Miles, come on this isn't funny." I nudge his shoulder. Nothing, my eyes start tearing up again. "MILES?!" All our memories together come flooding back to me.

At this point, I was crying hysterically over his body. The paramedics rushed over and took him away on a stretcher. Serena stopped pacing and hugged me.

Words couldn't describe the hurt I felt in my soul. He was gone in a second. I didn't pay attention for a second. We just made up from a stupid argument that was my fault. I sat alone with my thoughts until my mom's car pulled up "Asia, your mom is here." Serena gently taps my shoulder, motioning to the car in front of us. The ride to the hospital was long and quiet. My mom looked like she was going to say something a lot of times, yet she kept silent.

Now, we're sitting in the waiting room which isn't as quiet. You could hear the occasional cough, typing, and crying. I never liked hospitals, something about the feeling of hopelessness doesn't sit right with me. Eventually his mom and uncle joined us in the waiting room. I spaced out. I mean I'm covered in Miles' blood and I might've watched him die. Here I am, in a hospital waiting room, in my now dark pink prom dress wondering if he's alive. Maybe Kiersten was right. It's crazy how she knew if she was...

"Excuse me, are you Mrs. Morales?" A nurse appears from the many halls of the hospital. Mrs. Morales mumbles something in Spanish before she gets up, "Yes, that's me."

She and the nurse disappear to a room somewhere. My mom leans on my shoulder "you know I love you right? And that you can talk to me anytime?" she whispers to me, being respectful of our current environment. I hum a reply. I'm looking at the reddish-orange tint of the dried blood on my hands. I really hope he's okay, they've been gone kinda long. The suspense is killing me, get it? Too soon? Sorry I'm trying to cope. After some time, Mrs. Morales comes back with an expression that's a mix between hope and sadness.

"He's stable but he's asleep for now." She announces to us in a whisper, grabbing her things from where she was sitting. I let out a sigh of relief I didn't know I had. Mrs. Morales and Mr. Davis leave the waiting room to go home I'm guessing. Stable. "Mami, what does that mean?" I mumble, getting up from my chair. "It means he's fine for now. Come on." We go home. My teddy bear is the only keeping me company since my mom had to work.

(pretty bitches never die 🤞🏾😻)

The next week hurt, emotionally and physically. Thankfully, I got to stay home. I barely left my room, only leaving to shower. I didn't even feel like eating. Sleeping all day sounded way better than being awake and sad. I felt a dip in my bed and woke up to my mom sitting on my bed. She stays quiet for a moment, "I know you feel sad but you still have to eat something, Myasia. Mom tilts her head in a empathetic way. "Really? I feel just peachy!" I respond, sarcasm laced into my voice. I don't need her empathy. I need Miles.

Mom inhales sharply and exhales. "I'm gonna be nice and ignore that comment because you're grieving." She says some other things but I have my airpods in already. I just nod and agree with her. Mom raised and eyebrow at me before moving my hair away from my ears. "Are you even listening to me?!" here she go with that yelling shit, I just roll eyes and turn my music up. Angrily, my mom yanks the airpods from my ears. "I'm sick of this! This attitude has got to go NOW." she shouts, I try to get my airpods back from her. "I JUST SAID HE WOKE UP." "What?" My eyes widened at that point. "Tried to tell you but you were too 'peachy' to listen." Mom is shaking her head disappointedly, the shock on my face is still visible.

"He's been asking for you."

a/n
sorry for the wait, I was not feeling this chapter 😕

Y'all rocking with emo Myasia⁉️

btw the other plot was that Myasia got shot too 😍