Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 16: The Memories

this chapter is a little sad... which was strange to write because I'm still in a happy buzz over the fact that I met Sleeping With Sirens saturday and Vic liked my photo on instagram yesterday. life was good for those days omg. but let's carry on!

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The door had a boring blue color. Its frame was colored in a slightly lighter shade of boring blue, and the same went for the frames around the two windows that were situated on either side of the door, and the two behind me.

The view outside wasn't all that great. . . all that was there to see was a jam-packed parking lot. Beyond that were a few tall and lanky trees that blocked the view from the busy highway. But it was all pretty dull.

The walls of the room were a blindingly sterile white. The floor was a shiny, grey concrete-like color. There was a white table on the right side of the room, two chairs with seats the same color as the door, and some dying unidentifiable flowers in a glass vase stood in the middle of the table.

On the left side hung a painting of a ship in a storm on the wall, and you could tell that -if it were a moving picture- the ship would be knocked over by the waves and sink to the bottom of the sea. Not a very subtle painting to hang in a place like this.

Thin sheets were firmly wrapped around my lower half and around the bed that I was in. They were also white, just like almost everything else. Except for that little bloodstain in my lap from the coughing I'd just done.

A beeping noise came from beside me. I was hooked on two different machines. One of them kept track of my heart rate, my blood pressure and all that other fun stuff.

The second machine had this balloon in it that moved up and down inside of a container. It kept my air supply regular as it was pumped into my lungs through the tubes that were stuffed down my nostrils.

Things were obviously going really well.

Note; sarcasm.

I hated hospitals. I hated this room. I hated that stupid blue door. I hated the dull view of the parking lot. I hated the white sheets. I hated just about everything. . . everything, except for the person who just stormed into this awful room.

"Finally, found you!" Vic exclaimed, letting out an exasperated sigh as he entered and shut the door behind him. I instantly smiled. "I don't get it, they call me to let me know that you're in the hospital, but then the front desk refuses to tell me what room you were in because I'm not family. Like your family would actually fucking show up here. . . now that would be a miracle, especially that brother of yours. . . after last time, sheesh!"

I chuckled quietly. "You're rambling."

Vic's mouth fell open as he looked at me, ready to say more, but then his jaw snapped shut again. "Right." He breathed. "Are you okay?"

I shot him a deadpanned look.

"Stupid question, right, I'm sorry. But. . . what happened?"

I waited until he was done dragging a chair to beside the bed and sitting down on it backwards before I finally spoke. "It's nothing, really." I shrugged, which was oh so obviously a lie.

And by the skeptical look on Vic's face, he could definitely tell that I wasn't telling the truth. But what did he honestly expect from me? I was stubborn.

"What happened?" He then simply asked me again, his voice lowering into a demanding tone.

Well, let's see. . . I was in a world of pain, the mere thought of food caused me to vomit, I could hardly breathe and I started coughing up a shit ton of blood before I managed to speed-dial the hospital and passed out. "You know, you're kinda cute when you look all mad and stuff." I decided to say instead, grinning a little as his jaw tightened in response.