Tʜᴇᴀ's Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ : Aᴄᴇ Eᴠᴀɴ

[Seventeen]

I rush forward to catch him in my arms, lowering us to the floor, my whole body trembling as I hold him with all my might, tears cascading down my face like a damn waterfall.

"I-I'll get the gauze." Dad stammers, shocked yet sane enough to do something to help the situation while I'm frozen, staring at Ace's paling face.

"W-why- how- Ace." My heart cracks.

Dad returns and wraps the gauzes around his wrists to stop the bleeding, also turns the tap off, the floor is covered in his blood mixed with flowing water, and it looks like a battlefield.

Well, it is. My baby's battlefied, where he lost to his demons, those fuckers pushed him to his edge and now, I'm on the verge of losing him.

"Let's get him to the hospital. Come on, Thea." He shakes my shoulder and I snap out of my frozen state.

Nodding, I lift him up in my arms and follow dad out of the house, carrying him to his car. Dad takes the driver's seat while I get in with Ace in the backseat, cradling him securely in my arms as my eyes stay glued on his peaceful face.

"You have to be strong for him, Thea. He's gonna be alright." Dad consoles, but I have no word or courage to reply as I keep staring at my little boy's calm features.

Why does he look so calm? He should be up and throwing tantrum now, maybe screaming for candies, or his stuffed toys. He shouldn't just lie there and look like he's in peace and done with life.

My lips quiver as fresh set of tears rain down my cheeks and I press my lips to his forehead.

Mama needs you to be okay, Acey.

As soon as we reach the hospital, Ace is taken away from me, and dad and I are guided to wait in the uncomfortable hospital chairs. I'm still too shocked and traumatized to utter any word. Dad pulls me in a hug as he looks worried about me. I just lean my head on his shoulder and let him comfort me, but in truth, there's nothing that could comfort me now except for my baby's voice.

15 minutes later, a doctor walks out of the emergency room and approaches us.

"Ace Evan?"

Dad and I rush to him, my mouth opens but due to my shock, no words come out. Thankfully, dad is there.

"How's he?" He asks the doc, squeezing my hand tightly.

The doctor smiles assuringly, but it does too little to soothe my broken heart.

"Thankfully he hasn't lost too much blood so we could easily stop the bleeding. We've given him medication to prevent any infection. He's a little weak due to the blood loss, but should be awake soon."

I almost collapse from relief, but dad holds me tight, rubbing my back as a sob chokes out of me, it feels like I can breathe again.

"But," Doc begins, gaining our attention, "It's an attempt suicide case, we can't just release him, I hope you know that. He'd need a therapist, and only when his therapist would deem it safe should he go home."

"He already has a therapist." I inform.

"That's good then." He scribbles something down on his clipboard. "Contact them and talk it out."

I nod. "Thank you." Dad shakes hands with the doctor and smiles.

"Can I see him?" I plea.

"Sure. We're moving him to a private room, you all can see him there."

He leaves after that and I hug dad tightly, sobbing loudly as the relief finally washes over me, and I can't control myself anymore.

"I-I almost lost him, dad." I cry.