Rrinkers

Chapter 31

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The clock on the wall was moving as Zoe stared at it. It had been three days since the incident at the cabin. Three days since she had last spoken with Lucas. Three days since he had woken up. To say that she missed him severely was an understatement. It wasn't the fact that she wasn't able to see him; it was the fact that she didn't know when he was going to wake up. Time was crawling.

Everyday, she would remember the times they had shared together. She would hold on to that to give her hope. She remembered that one time that Lucas had invented her to his little get together with his friends and how he had accidentally hit her with a ping pong ball. She laughed. But the tears also came.

Zoe wanted him to wake him. She wanted him to wake up as soon as possible so this horrible feeling would evade her. The doctors didn't help either as they said they were unaware how long it would take his body to recover from the trauma of getting shot three times, twice in the abdomen and once in the shoulder. Everyday, Zoe would thank God that the bullet missed his heart by a centimeter. The odds. A common thought would be in her mind all the time: I can't believe I would've been shot if it wasn't for him. She owed her life to Lucas. Quite literally.

While she was in her own world, thinking about all that could have happened to make the situation worse and all that should've happened to make it better, two people entered the room. Zoe snapped out of it and got up to greet Logan and his wife who were there to visit and bring flowers for the third day in a row.

"Hey Zoe," Logan gave her a hug as Rosalee followed suit with a soft smile.

"Any updates from the doctor?"

Answering Rosalee, Zoe replied, "He's doing good. Just need to wake up. They don't know when he will." The uncertainty was enough to make her cry.

Rosalee rubbed Zoe's back as they all sat down on the chairs. "It's gonna be okay. Lucas is strong and he will come back to us."

Logan nodded in agreement and reached out to hold his younger brother's hand. Please wake up soon brother. After what's happened, we need to stick with each other. Please God. I love you, Lucas. Forever. He hoped that somehow, someway, Lucas was able to hear him.

A flashback played in Logan's mind of when he and Lucas were just in elementary school. It was a spring day. Logan was ten years old and had been gifted a toy car from his parents. Something Lucas wanted so badly but was eight years old so could not have it yet. Logan remembered driving the little car through their mansion all day, never getting tired of it. Lucas, however, got tired of being jealous all day. Jealous that he couldn't take a turn because he was too young and not allowed to. The fun did not last for Logan. Out of nowhere, he lost control of the car and was not able to slow down. He was headed straight for their dog, Milo, who was sleeping in his bed in the backyard. Lucas saw the fear in his brother's eyes and decided that he had to do something. He quickly ran towards the dog, grabbed him from his bed before Logan's toy car made contact with it, completely stopping and ruining the fluff of the bed. He still remembers the fear he felt. If Lucas had not helped him, he would have run over his best friend at that time, the old golden retriever dog. Crying, Logan remembered running to his parents while Lucas continued to pet Milo to ease his mind. Looking back, it was an amazing day but at that moment, it was the worst day of Logan's life. The only reason that that day holds any significance in his life is because he remembered Lucas' sharpness in fixing the situation and making sure that everyone was safe. Even at eight years old, Lucas was made to protect others.

Shaking his head, Logan flew back to the present moment. With his brother. Please wake up soon, he prayed in his head. Rosalee saw the pain in her husband's eyes and extended her hand to put in his. Zoe was happy to see what a nice family Lucas had. Rosalee was like a sister to him and she knew he cared for her like one based on the stories he told her when they were hanging out alone in a bar. God, she missed him.