Problematic // Vikklan Au

Chapter 11

-Edited-

Mitch's POV

I dashed out of my car with the door wide open, tripping and nearly falling as I slammed up against Lachlan's door and pounded my fist on the structure until my knuckles felt tore open and on fire.

The air was silent outside and inside, and nothing seemed to reach my ears. My heart was racing out of my chest as I yanked my hand forward and was relieved the door was unlocked. Frantically, I ran through the house yelling the boy's name, but I found no one.

"Lachlan?" I whispered brokenly, my heart racing madly and chest caving in. The fear of him being gone and hurt started to eat at my core, and I wanted to cry. "Where'd you go?" My voice cracked heavily, and I had nothing else to do but dial Rob's number and be thankful he answered quickly.

"Hello?" Rob's voice sounded strained, and I tried hard to stay together and in piece instead of breaking and sobbing, "Rob? Rob, I can't find him. I can't find Lachlan!"

Rob's breath hitched, "Can I put you on speaker? Preston is awake and well, and Vikk's here too." I licked over my lips as I dried my tears with the sleeve of my shirt, "I guess."

I heard a click come from Rob's end, figuring it was the speaker. All too quickly, I started crying hard and loudly, not caring that the others could hear me.

"He isn't here! He left, Rob, and I don't know where he went!" I screamed with my voice failing in places and shattering at others. The only thing heard was silence, and more silence. Nothing but a bitter, eerie silence.

Lachlan's POV

I stumbled through the entrance of the hospital, being greeted with very cold temperatures and bright overhead lights. The walls and floors were a pale white, and the seats lining the walls and in rows looked deathly uncomfortable. The people sitting or sleeping in the chairs seemed dead inside and out, and their eyes showed nothing but sorrow and loss of hope.

The scene was absolutely dreadful.

I licked over my lips as I made my way to the front desk, knowing that I looked as if I were just as dead as the people in the waiting room. My clothes and hair looked decent, however.

I raked a few fingers through my blonde locks, asking with a definite stutter where Preston's room, and after being told, I rushed my way to the elevator.

Several buttons were placed in columns and rows on a panel, and I reached out to click the fourth floor. The doors closed, and the small box was soon filled with a faint rhythm of jumbled music. I leaned back against the wall of the small box, feeling the elevator jar about and yank, and I passed the time by watching the numbers overhead of the doors count up.

Fear ate at me as I felt the elevator jerk still, and I was lucky to have grabbed the bar behind me to not fall down. The doors finally slid open with a loud ding, and I was quick to rush out and down the hallway.

I could hear approaching voices, and they seemed so very familiar, so I frantically looked around to find a place to hide until they passed. I found a janitor's closet, hiding inside and watching through the cracked door as Rob and Vikk walked by with mellow expressions.

The thought of Mitch not being with them startled me, but I swallowed and peaked out to see if it was safe enough to exit.

I was nearly running down the hallways, long strides being led by my tall legs. I knew I had to hurry so that I didn't have to confront the others, so I started racing past every room until the numbers spoken by the assistant on ground floor appeared on a plaque outside of a room.