Through Hard Times. (Fantastic Foursome Fanfiction)

Requested Backup has Arrived

Melanie’s POV

I sat in a waiting chair and nervously picked at my nails. “Come immediately.” Mr. Braham’s said, but when I got here, I was told to wait. I’ve been waiting. I’m sick of waiting. I started bouncing my leg—come on, come on, come on. My already sick stomach started knotting up as sweat broke out along my forehead. I wonder what he’s going to say? What if I have some sort of genetic disease? What if I’m going to die?

I know I said before that I wouldn’t mind if I did. Die, I mean—but things, they really seem like they will get better this time. I might be able to have a life with Phil, a happy one. We could be together for a while, I could see myself with him for a long time.

But Sofia—I still haven’t asked Phil about that. I’m scared to. Petrified actually.

I’m so, so worried that it’ll be bad for us, that it’ll cause a separation between us. I don’t know if I could stand them being together, especially after what I’ve learned about her. I might just snap and tell him what I know about her—but that could cause him to be angry with me. I don’t know if I could stand that either; that alone might be what keeps me silent if they go together. I turned my head and looked at him for the first time since we got here, he looked just as nervous as I was, his face pale and blue eyes bright with alertness. I placed my hand on his knee,

“It’s going to be alright,” I squeaked, though I didn’t know if I was trying to convince him or me, “I’m going to be fine.” I added, mostly to myself. I hope I’ll be fine. God I really hope so.

“I’m sure you will.” He said with what he thought was a reassuring smile, though it just looked like a grimace to me. I nodded and looked straight ahead, each second making my stomach tighter. When will Dr. Braham come get me?

“Open your eyes, I see

Your eyes are open.

Wear no disguise for me

Come into the op—”

The Robot Unicorn Attack song played and Phil picked up his phone before walking away, giving me a worried glance,

“Don’t go in without me.” He said before speaking into the device. I nodded and brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them. What could they have found in my tests that made it an emergency to come here? And I use the word ‘emergency’ loosely—if it were a real emergency I probably wouldn’t be sitting here for twenty minutes.

Phil came back a couple minutes later and kneeled down in front of me,

“I have to go and take Sofia home,” I made a pained face, “She woke up alone and tried to take the tube to the mall, but she got lost. But I’ll be back, I promise.” And, without another word, he left.

Just like that.

Leaving me alone in the hospital, waiting for some sort of life altering news, by myself. A small tear escaped down my face—I don’t want to do this alone. I don’t want to wait here alone.

He just left me here. He didn’t even look upset about it. He just left me for her. I hugged my knees tighter. At least now I know who he cares for the most. I sat for another ten minutes before snapping.

No.

I am not doing this. I am not receiving this news by myself. Or at all, for that matter. If it really was important—I wouldn’t be waiting here for half an hour. It can’t be that life threatening. Maybe I just have a bug—that would explain my stomach, headaches, things of the sort. I just have flu symptoms. That’s it. I’m not hearing whatever Mr. Braham’s has to say.  I stood up and headed for the exit, my legs wobbling and my hands shaking. Just as I grabbed the doorknob I heard the door to the offices opened,