Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You

chapter 109

When we arrived at the hospital, it was crowded with reporters and other people.
We stepped out and got hit by a thousand questions at once. Homelander instructed to keep going, but on top of the stairs, I cleared my throat.
"I understand you're all wanting to ask questions, etc. But this is a hospital!
There are people who need to rest here, and I believe every one of them would appreciate you guys being a bit more quiet or moving further down. It's also very hard for the staff to see who of the incoming people need medical attention and who is only here because of the story they might get.
I advise you to try and schedule an interview or something because if the situation hasn't changed once we return from our business, giving answers or anything along those lines will not be happening." I said and followed Homelander inside.

The staff was nodding, and some clapped before refocusing on their work. "You're the real heroes! America wouldn't work without you!" Homelander said loudly and smiled as we made our way to Abner's room.

Outside of his room stood a miserable looking couple. They talked quietly about their son's health declining.

"Mr and Mrs Newsome?" Homelander asked and extended his hand.

"Homelander." The Mother said and shook his hand, then she redirected her attention to me. "Red Canary." We shook hands.

"How is he doing?" I asked carefully.

"Not good. He's conscious again, but who knows for how long. He's fainting every now and then. Just like earlier today." Mr. Newsome said sternly.

"I'm very sorry to hear that. And on behalf of The Seven I-, We would like to apologize." Homelander said and grabbed my shoulder halfway through his sentence.

"Thank you. But I think Abner should be the one to receive the apology." Mrs Newsome replied dry.

"Of course. We just thought we'd apologize to you as his parents, too." I said quietly, and Mr. Newsome nodded.

"Should we go inside?" Homelander asked, and Mrs. Newsome nodded, leading the way into the room.

Abner's breathing was heavy it didn't sound right, and his heart was beating rapidly.

"Do you feel any better, sweetheart?" Mr. Newsome asked his son.
"You have visitors. If you'd like to see them, that is." He added slowly.

"How many?" He exhaled slowly.

"Only two. No more." Mrs. Newsome said in a hopeful tone.
He must've nodded because Mrs. Newsome smiled weakly and motioned for us to join them.

The curtain was thin, and the light was a cold white. The balloons had begun to deflate, and Abner, bald and sweaty, looked like death himself.

"Hello Abner." I said softly and extended my gloved hand to him.

His sunken eyes grew a bit, and there seemed to be a little spark in them as he looked at Homelander and me.
He took my hand, barley moving it while shaking.
"Hello, Red Canary!" He said excitedly but caughed right afterward. I looked to the bedside table and reached for the glass of water, holding it for him as he slowly took hold of it. I supported the bottom while he drank.
"Thank you." He said and handed it back to me.