Grass is Greener on Kota's Side (5)

Part 10.

Part 10.

Gabriel's POV.
Fucking ridiculous.
I placed my fingers at my temples, massaging, a migraine taking over, and all of the sudden I couldn't breathe. It's too stuffy. Everyone's taking all my fucking oxygen.
I can't sit here anymore.
Standing up, I adjusted the black beanie on my head and stepped out into the fresh air, breathing in deeply through my nose. It's later now, about six, and I'm dead tired and starving.
Silas has been awake all this time and he's going to be fine. He has a bunch of cuts of glass and bruises but other than that he's okay. No broken bones. He has a concussion, but it's not too serious. Dr. Green is more worried about how he feels. Will he ever be able to go in a fishing shop again? Personally, I think Silas will be fine. If my cuts healed as quickly as they have, although the scars are still visible, his will heal even faster. Greeks are weird like that. You click your fingers and they go from eating eating a huge hamburger to hungry again. Or maybe that's just Silas.
Everyone's concerned about North. He hasn't woken up yet. The brunt of the bomb affected him more; he was closer. Dr. Green's worried about how he'll be when he wakes up. Post-traumatic stress? Overwhelming emotions? Amnesia? He can't properly work out how badly his head was injured until he wakes up.
He's bruised and swollen everywhere, and his left arm is broken slightly, somewhere in the forearm. I don't really know, Kota and Dr. Green understand it better than I do. All I know is that he's going to be in a lot of pain when he wakes up.
I slid down the brick wall and sat on the concrete, wishing I had something to do with my fingers instead of drumming them nervously on my legs. I'm so restless.
It's not just me though. Everyone can feel it. Mr. Blackbourne's worried. Kota's upset. Luke's freaking out, on the inside. Victor's fidgety. Nathan's angry. Dr. Green's trying to keep himself busy.
But Sang. If she's not crying she's sitting there in silence, her eyes red, wringing her hands so much that her knuckles are white and sweaty. There's only one word I can think of that could describe how she feels every single time this happens.
She's heartbroken.

Sang's POV.
Gabriel walked off at some point, looking really pale, so I didn't follow him, thinking he needed some time alone.
I sat in between Kota and Nathan in the waiting room, hugging my knees to my chest as if they were the only comfort. I'm too angry, too distraught to think. I know if I do, the overwhelming sense of sadness will wash over me and I'll be fighting tears. So I sit there, listening to other sounds in the hospital, trying desperately to distract myself and pay attention anything else. The elevator swooshing and beeping at the new level. The low murmurs of people's hushed voices. The scratch of steps as nurses busy around. Dr. Green talking to me.
I looked up slowly, finding his hand on my shoulder and his green eyes searching mine, "You want to come see Silas? Or North? I don't mind. You and Luke have special privileges." He added with a wink.
I tried to smile back as I nodded, standing up. As scared and as frightened as I am, I still want to see them, even if they're in horrible shape. It doesn't matter.
Mr. Blackbourne asked me to be brave. I will.
I almost started to change my mind as Luke and I followed Dr. Green down the hallway, feeling nervous. What if they don't want to see me? What if it looks even more horrible than it sounds? What if-
Luke gripped my hand tight as Dr. Green opened door 74, pulling me back down to earth. He tugged on my hand, bring my ear to his lips,
"I...do, do you think they'll be okay?" He asked with a shaky voice, and I realised when I looked at him that he was even more downcast. He seemed empty and out-of-sorts, quiet. Somber.
And I understand why Mr. Blackbourne wants me to be brave.
I nodded, "You're fine, aren't you? They'll be okay."
For the first time in the past hours he mustered up a smile, giving me a kiss on the cheek, "Let's nurse them back to health, shall we?"
I huffed, "You can't be a nurse! You're on crutches!"
He nudged his nose along my cheekbone, "You're right. I guess you'll have to treat me too," his face grew serious, "You can make me chocolate chip pancakes, fluff up my pillow, undress me..."
"Luke!" Dr. Green gasped.
I blushed, and stepped behind Luke, feeling embarrassed for him.
"Yeah, Doc?"
Dr. Green smiled and waved us in, "That's my job. Sang's job is fan me as I sweat laboriously over you."
Luke rolled his eyes and let out a laugh, which made me smile, making Dr. Green grin, and all of the sudden, my spirits were lifted, and the ache that rested in my chest eased slightly.
I should be brave more often.