Coma (A ghost bird fan fiction)

Chapter 33- Sang Flat Lined. C U @ Hospital.

I've tried to make light of a very serious situation so nobody else will be crying. So, enjoy! :D

Sean's POV.

" No, no, no, no, no, no," I moaned, eyes wide as he stained at the heart monitor, which was flat lining, "just after my 'I'll kill myself to be with you again' speech!"

My eyes went back to Sang, like she would just prove the heart monitor wrong and still be breathing. She wasn't. Her chest wasn't moving. Pookie wasn't breathing.

I pressed the emergency button that would alert people of this station, my only thought being to save Pookie.

Owen's POV.

Sean had been in the room for quite some time, and I was probably creeping Nathan out with my smile.

I bet my left leg that he is confessing his love for her right this instant. My plan is coming together! I almost did a happy dance, but I'm afraid that Nathan might call the mental hospital if I suddenly start dancing.

My smile, however, was whipped of my face as several nurses rushed in the room. I leaped to my feet with Nathan.

" What's going on?" I questioned Dr Roberts as he approached, a worried look on his aged face.

" Sang's flat lined."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

That's the sound of my heart right now.

Nathan's POV

I am seriously creeped out right now.

I mean, when does Mr B ever smile? All he does is do that little smirk in the corner of his mouth, but at the moment he is smiling full blown and it seriously creeping me out.

Really- I am seconds away from calling the mental hospital.

My thoughts about sending Mr B to the mental hospital vanish as a bunch of nurses rush in the room.

" What's going on?" Mr B asks as Dr Roberts as we both leap to our feet and face the man with a worried and aged face.

" Sang's flat lined."

I'll give Gabe credit for Sang's nickname- she can honestly not go five minutes without getting in trouble or flat lining.

Kota's POV

" Umm... Kota, is that safe?" Jessica asks, looking up at me.

" Course it is!" I tell her, stretching slightly so I can grab the Frisbee.

To take my mind of Sang for a few minutes, Jessica dragged me outside to play Frisbee with Max and her. Of course, I was a little too distracted by a certain somebody*cough, Sang, cough*, so the Frisbee ended up on the roof.

Which I am now trying to get by standing on my windowsill and stretching as far as I possibly can to get it.

Very safe indeed.

" Kota, maybe we should leave it," Jessica suggests.

" No, no- I can get it. Just a bit more..." I shout back, stretching out a bit more.

If I just stretch a bit more, I should be able to grab it, I think as I get a text.

Keeping one hand on the roof, I reach in my pocket and grab my phone, flipping over the cover so I can read the text from Nathan.

Sang flat lined. C U @ Hospital.

" What?" I say out loud, forgetting I'm on a roof and falling of.