Out of the Ordinary│lachlan power

Epilogue

Lachlan's POV

"NO!" I sobbed in agony when I felt Desiree slowly stop breathing. Her eyes were closed and she was still holding her last smile.

I heard the door break down and crash to the floor and the others rush in to gasp and scream at the sight of Desiree's lifeless body.

"Oh my God, they killed her!" Lissa cried and latched onto Mitch's side.

Lillia and Haley were hugging each other tightly, crying on each other's shoulders.

Preston was kneeling down by Desiree's side and using his tie, which he had taken off from his neck, to stop the blood flowing from her wound. Tears were silently dripping down his face.

The other boys were standing near her with expressions of disbelief and shock. Rob was stuttering as he called the hospital and his hand holding the phone was shaking. I was surprised he managed to not drop it through the two minutes he was holding it for.

The police showed up at the scene first, shouting at us to step back from the "situation" and then the paramedics came and proceeded to gently put Desiree's limp body on the stretch and lift it onto the ambulance. I stepped into the car and squeezed in with the stretch.

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For three hours, I was pacing in the waiting room with all the other guys and girls murmuring to each other about none other than the "shooting" that had just happened only seven hours ago. They were sneaking glances at me and quickly looking away when I looked in their direction.

Lissa had tried to calm me down countless times the first twenty minutes I refused to sit down, then gave up knowing I wouldn't respond or obey.

Preston was the only one beside me who was completely silent sitting in a chair. His whole entire body was tense and he locked his hands together with his chin resting on top. His elbows were digging into his knees painfully deep. It had made me wince when I looked at him, but I don't think he felt the pain. He was distracted, probably numb from everything. I didn't blame him. It was understandable.

I couldn't feel my whole body either, just the internal pain hurting more and more every second. I hadn't felt so stressed and so awake in my entire life before this. I needed to know how she was doing, if she was going to live.

Man, the pressure of everything was crushing me, and it felt like it would kill me.

Good, I thought. Then I wouldn't have to stay on this miserable planet without her.

The door opened, breaking me out of my fantasy of being there with her. My head snapped in the door's direction, and there stood a man in a white medical coat with one of those thick metal clipboards.

"For Desiree Jade Mariano?" he asked. The nine of us nodded and the man approached us.

"Well, I've got some good news and some bad-"

"Is she alive?" I interrupted before I could stop myself.

"Yes, she's alive," he answered calmly, as if I hadn't just rudely cut him off.

And at that moment, everyone could breathe and the levels of stress and worrying had finally lessened.

"But she's barely surviving. You're lucky that the bullet had punctured her right part of her upper chest. She's not awake. I'm not completely sure, but I think that she's gone into a coma. And by the looks of it, she might not fully recover if she awakens and be exactly the way she had been before."

Intensity of stress: increased maybe a hundred times more than before.

Just when things had felt a little better, it had hit rock bottom again. Desiree might still die.

"When we had taken her in, she wasn't breathing. That might have cut off some of her blood circulation then, and she might lose some abilities that she had before- walking, talking, moving in general, and some other internal abilities too."

It sounded like she might be happier dead than alive, with all those consequences. But she couldn't give it up, not so soon. She couldn't go down with a fight, right?

Maybe she wanted this. Why else would she just accept the fact that she had a huge chance of dying? This place was miserable for her anyways.

But I wanted her to stay here, with me. I had nothing else to hang on to, just the small odds of her living, and with the chances of it being terribly consequential tied to it.

-END OF BOOK ONE-

A/N awww im so sad that this book is finished :((((( I had the best time writing it, and it was so great to see that some people seriously liked it. this was my very first book and the experience was amazing. I can't thank you guys enough for supporting me through this adventure. and if you haven't realized it yet, I am not completely shutting off this story ;) yup, im going to do a second book for you guys, so let's see how well that'll go haha but in the meantime, I'm going to write another fanfiction- a mitch one :D I hope you guys will like that :) again, thanks so much for everything you guys did for me and this adventure of a book and i'll talk to you guys later :3

~the forever grateful E