Chapter Eight.

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Waiting time.

[[Lizzies pov.]]

I sat down in the hospital waiting room, keeping my gaze upon my lap as I hear sams footsteps pacing back and forth while Gemma quietly sobs in her chair. I didn't know what to feel... what to think because I'm so numb mentally and I could see colbys blood upon my dainty hands just playing back what happened in that basement.

Once Sam called 911 the paramedics didn't take too long to arrive, Colby barley alive as he lost a lot of blood and got internal bleeding in his stomach from the wound and I felt like I'm dying along with him. This is all my fault... it should've been me and not him and I will never forgive myself for this. Please if there is a god... please bring Colby back to me.

Salty tears clouded my vision but they did not fall, Sam turning his gaze towards me with hurt and anger in his eyes.

"Why didn't you stop? You knew it got stronger and I heard Colby say to you stop but you didn't."

Sam says to me, his voice filled with rage and I kept my gaze upon my hands just staring at them.

"WHY DIDNT YOU STOP?!"

Sam yells at me and shakes my shoulders just forcing me to look at him.

"I'm so sorry, Sam. I- I didn't mean for this to happen, I swear..."

Salty tears flows down my cheeks as I met his gaze.

"You're right, it's my fault and I hate myself for it because I'm the one who put him in danger and he's dying because of me."

I sob out quietly and Sam started to relax a little, shaking his head as Gemma cuts in.

"No..."

Her voice soft and firm as she stands up from her chair just placing her hand upon sams arm.

"We're all hurting right now but this isn't your fault, Lizzie. That thing wanted you and Colby protected you from it... because he cares a lot about you."

Gemma says and Sam takes a shaky breath just glancing over at me.

"Sorry."

He whispered to me and I shake my head.

"It's fine."

I mumble to him as I wipe away my tears, hearing the doctor enter the waiting room.

"Good evening you're friends of Mr. Brocks?"

We all nodded our heads as the doctor continues on.

"The operation was successful and the wood is all removed and we managed to stop the bleeding but he lost a lot of blood and his condition is stable for now but we like to do more tests on him. We lost him twice during the operation and we had to bring him back."

The doctor explains to us and I felt my heart break into a million pieces, taking a shaky breath as I spoke my next words.

"Are we allowed to see him?"

I ask curiously and the doctor bobs his head.

"Of course but he's not awake yet."

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