Fall ❥ George Shelley |Discontinued|

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CHAPTER TWELVE

When we walk inside the building is the only time I really realise that I still don't know what the hell happened to Josh. I want to stay calm but my mind is racing just knowing that it's starting to sink in that one of my newly made friends is in the hospital and I have to see him soon. It's scares me and makes me realise that it might be the real reason that I didn't want to make new friends in fear of losing them, which might just happen. I try to keep quite but my breathing quickens to a rate I've never felt. I don't want to start hyperventilating but I'm in fear that it might happen soon. I just try to take deep breaths in and out, quietly to myself left alone in the waiting chairs, whilst George goes up to the counter to ask whatever the hell he needs to ask.

I don't know how long it's been of me saying, "Breath," in my head continuously in loop until George comes back. There is a lady behind, which I've failed to observe until George tells me to stand because we are going to Josh's room. I don't know where she is going at first, considering no one is filling me in on anything. All I'm really contributing to is giving the floor a purpose by walking all over it, which everyone else can do. I don't feel very fulfilling at the moment. Why won't anyone tell me what the bloody hell is going on with Josh? It takes me quite a while until I realise she's taking us to the A&E. I just start to realise how horrific of an event it can really turn out to be and I starting breathing improperly again. It seems like no one even notices.

Right when we get to a door is the first time someone talks, or at least that allows me into their conversation, since I've set foot this hospital, when if it's just a couple of words, "He's in here. Do be quiet. He's still in a coma. The nice ladies that been here since he's arrive will be willing to tell you what happened...." She opens the door for us and we allow ourselves inside the room. There isn't much to say about when we enter. The room is a pale green that resembles too close to white that the room just feels close and depressing. It's an unhealthy vibe running through each inch of the walls, ceiling, and floor. It doesn't help with the event happening before us: a familiar looking girl, that looks around about our age, is weeping beside the limp figure on the weak bed. His face is definitely familiar; I know it is. I've only seen it enough times to know what it looks like, even without colour and life.

It's Josh. I'm still confused about why he's in this room and on this bed hooked up to strange contraptions that are supposedly keeping him alive. Why are we all in this room? What the hell happened to him? Why won't anyone tell me? I feel like I'm screaming and no one is answering my calls for help. Without another word to help fill in my lack of much needed information, the nurse leaves. We slowly enter the room, softly closing the door behind us.

Apparently we didn't manage to close the door softly enough because it made just enough noise to make the familiar person look up and towards us. She's weeping but her face looks similar enough for me to recognise her. George is the first one to approach her. Even when she knows we're in her presence, she continues bawling her eyes out, especially when George tries to lend a comforting hand onto her shoulder. He softly whispers "Kamirra. It's going to be alright."

I realise he really isn't exactly helping in this situation so I take his hand off her shoulder, push him away, and just hug her. She seems shocked at first but I suddenly feel her start to embrace me. She's might've been in a worse condition that I was just two days ago, if that's possible. I really can't tell. I don't really want to think back to two days ago. The thought of that night will still try to haunt me no matter how much I just want to forget it. Suddenly I feel myself crying too. I'm crying because of the horrifying memories of that night. I'm crying best one of my newest friends might be dead and I have no idea how. I'm crying because life is just being a complete arsehole to everyone that doesn't deserve it.