Take Back

Chapter Ten

Author's Note:

I'm sorry for such a long wait, I have had severe writer's block with this book. But thank you so much to Adommy-Lover for helping me with this chapter. I'm sorry that it isn't as long as the other chapters, it was just a quick idea.

Love you all,

~Wolfy

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Tommy's POV-

I was lying in a hospital bed and the beeping of the machines in the rooms around me were ringing in my ears. I grabbed the ends of the blanket that the doctor gave me and brought it tighter around my shoulders. A shiver ran through my body, making me jump and I exhaled a shaky breath.

My eyes followed the nurses and doctors who ran around outside my door getting medical supplies and heating blankets for Allyson.

Allyson. My eyes start to water as the image of her lifeless, lying in my arms and I bit my lip to keep from crying. Curling my legs underneath me as I lied on my side, I stared at the wall and prayed that she would be okay.

"Mr. Ratliff?" I heard the nurse's soft voice come into the room and I sniffled, rubbing my eyes with the blanket as I pushed myself up to a sitting position.

"Yes?" I said, my voice was low.

"How do you feel, honey?" She asked as she looked at me with those concerned- filled hazel eyes.

"Fine." I mumbled as I sniffled again, blinking back the unwanted tears, "D-do you know about my f-friend?" I asked, then quickly regretting ever asking it.

My heart fell into my stomach as her face fell and shook her head, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

My vision blurred as tears leaked from my eyes and I shook my head, "N-no, she has to be okay." My voice was cracking as my lips trembled violently.

"The doctors did all they can do." She said, her shoulders slumped and held the clipboard in front of her.

"No." I whispered, still in shock.

"Mrs. Jones, you are needed on the fourth floor." Someone's voice came over the intercom and she gave me a sympathetic smile, before turning on her heels and walking out of the room.

"This is all your fault, Tommy." I mumbled and tears welled up in my eyes. God why did I have to be too late? Why couldn't it have been me?

I lied back onto my side, curling my legs back underneath me and I shoved my face into the pillow. My cries were muffled by the soft fabric and the pillow was slowly getting soaked with my endless stream of tears.

Your best friend is dead, it is all your fault.

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-Adam's POV-

"Mr. Lambert, how do you feel?" I opened my eyes and saw the doctor standing at my bed side. Slowly sitting up, I winced as a slight pain ran through my stomach, back and right arm. 

"I'm fine. How is my friend?" I asked, looking up at the doctor. His eyes were filled with sadness and he shook his head.

"I'm sorry but there was too much smoke in his lungs and his burns were too severe." I shook my head, not able to believe what the doctor just said.

"No, you're lying. He is okay, you must have the wrong person." My heart dropped when he shook his head again.

"I'm sorry, son, but your friend Kris didn't make it." I felt the air around me grow heavy and it was getting harder to breathe. I heard someone's voice coming from outside and the doctor ran out of the room.

My gaze fell onto the white blanket that was in my lap. I forced myself to keep breathing, but I could feel my throat start to tighten up and my breaths turned into pants.

Kris is dead. This is your fault, you didn't save him quick enough.

My vision blurred and I ripped the blanket off of me. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I hoisted myself up and I gripped onto the bed rail as my balance wobbled. Once it was steady, I took a couple of step forward before my knees buckled underneath me and I collapsed to my knees onto the tiled floor.

This is your fault. Kris is dead because of you.

"No." I cried out as I slammed my fist onto the tile floor, "No!"

Then all of a sudden I felt someone wrap their arms around me and pull me into their lap.

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-Tommy's POV-

I heard someone scream and the voice sounded familiar. My head snapped up as I heard the scream again. I threw my legs over the side of the bed, and jumped to my feet. Catching myself on the wall, I pushed off of it and ran down the hallway. Following the sounds of the cries, I came to a door that was slightly ajar.

"No!" I heard him scream and I pushed the door opened, storming inside.

I saw Adam curled up on the floor, bandages were wrapped along his right arm and my eyes widened. Instinctively, I sat down on the floor beside him wrapping my arms around him and pulled him into his lap.

"Kris is dead and its all my fault." He sobbed into my chest.

My heart fell as he cried into my shirt, "Its okay, Adam. I'm here."

"It hurts, Tommy."

My lip trembled, "I know, Adam, I know."

His grip on my shirt tightened and I tightened my arms around him, "Allyson is gone because of me. I didn't save her in time." My voice cracked and I felt him pull his head out of my chest.

His blood shot blue-grey eyes met mine, "S-she's dead?" His eyes flickered back and forth, searching mine to find any hint of what I said being a joke.

I bit my bottom lip, nodding my head, "Y-yes." Tears fell from my eyes as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, his body heat melted the ice from my bones.

Our cries mixed together, guilt and pain became one and we mourned the loss of our best friends.