The Hollows Of Hiraeth (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book I

Chapter Sixty-One

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When they'd eventually established that Angela was dead, they blanketed her body with a black plastic sheet and then moved her onto a stretcher. They walked off with her, and I instantly felt a pang of loneliness, as if the only person I ever knew had been ripped away from me.

I was about to bury my face in Jameson's chest when a stumbling figure in the distance made me come to a standstill.

"Sky!" He called and I immediately responded, ripping myself away from Jameson, accidentally pushing him into a doctor behind us. After cringing from the sudden heat loss, I pushed myself up from the floor weakly, and not being able to hold it back any longer, I rushed into his awaiting arms.

Carter stumbled back slightly at the impact of my body against his but quickly regained his balance as we both fell into the wall. Carter put a palm on the back of my head, his thumb caressing the side of my head gently, and pulled me in closer with his right hand on my back.

I didn't sob, I didn't even move. I just stood there, gazing off at the blank wall I was facing.

"It wasn't your fault, Sky." Carter murmured softly into my ear and my head twitched slightly as I disagreed with him.

"You weren't there." I accused, voice sounding hopeless. Carter didn't reply, but instead silenced me as he pulled me in closer. The hug was more tensed then I would've liked, and I felt myself becoming more agitated than calm, so you can imagine how grateful I was when a voice pierced through our tension.

"Sky, I've just had a call," It was Jameson's voice, and as Carter let me go, I saw him give Jameson an annoyed glance. I bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything and instead let it go. I glanced back at Jameson to see him gazing at me still, I signalled for him to continue.

"They want all guardians to take their Special Ones to the assembly hall, as protection. It'll be safe." The last part was more directed at Carter, and I took a look at him, hoping he'll stop being so Goddamn selfish. Wow, did I really just think that?

I nodded, my thoughts still in a muddle, and let Jameson drag me away from Carter.  Jameson stopped suddenly and clutched his stomach, a disgruntled groan falling from his lips as his legs buckled underneath him. I tried to catch him but I nearly got yanked down with him. After his hand had slipped through mine, I looked down to see him lying limp on the floor.

"Help!" I screamed as I fell to my knees and positioned Jameson so I could see his face. His eyes were closed.

"Jameson." I whispered painfully and ran my thumb gently over his left eyelid. His eyes snapped open as my fingers reached the tips of his hairline and I smiled at him. When Jameson's lips next parted, it wasn't to greet me, but instead another groan slipped from his lips. I began to search for the problem, but then I spotted blood. A whole puddle of it.

Just as I was about to scream for help again, I was roughly pulled up from my arm and away from Jameson. I was about to protest when I saw a doctor tending to Jameson in replacement of me. 

The stranger pulled me to the door and I scuffled uselessly behind them. Too in shock to even process any movements; I let the stranger guide me and didn't for once question who it was. We got to the hall and they guided me to a chair, demanding I sit down. I fell onto the chair, unsurprisingly exhausted from everything that just fell apart before my eyes.