Wrong Number // Kellic

Chapter Twenty Two

Oli's point of view!!

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I pace around the waiting room of the hospital. A drunk driver hit us. I came out fine, with only a few scratches and a bruises. Nothing too major. Vic on the other hand, he had gotten hurt way worse. There was blood, and a lot of it. Vic's parents are flying out here on a plane soon. I feel terrible about what happened.

I should have been driving, not him. I could've prevented all of this. I was completely rested. I have to call Hannah and Kellin. I need to. I walk to the chairs to grab my backpack. I might as well sit down. I pull my phone out. I dial Hannah's number. It rings a couple times "Aye, Oli. What's up, love?" I hear her voice speak softly. I tell her everything. Every detail, how I believe it's my fault. "Come down. Deep breaths, darling. Deep breaths. It's not your fault. Don't think it is." I did as she told me to do. Inhale, exhale.

"Alright, thank you so much. I feel a little bit better. I have to call Kellin now. I love you. I'll see you soon." I tell her. "You are very welcome. I love you too. See you soon." She says sweetly. And the call has ended. Now here comes the difficult phone call. Kellin. I don't want him to worry. But he will either way. He would figure out something has gone wrong.

To Hannah♡: Will you talk to Kellin about it?

Hannah♡: Of course. :)♡

To Hannah♡: Thank you so much. I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Hannah♡ : Alright love. Sleep well.♡

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I step up and walk to the counter. "You probably don't know but, is my friend okay?" I ask the nurse at the front desk. "I'm afraid I don't know. But would you like some blankets?" She asks me with sympathy. "Um sure." I say with a smile, trying not to break down.

Minutes have passed and the nurse walks through the doors with some blankets. "Here you go, hun." She hands them to me with a smile. I know it isn't my fault but I still feel responsible for what happened.

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I'm the first person to see Vic. Considering I'm the only person here to actually see him. " He hit his head pretty hard on the..." Before the doctor continues, I start breathing heavily, shaking. "Okay, I don't think I want to hear the rest. Can I just see him?" I interrupt rather rudely, I don't care. I just want to see him. The doctor nods. I didn't even bother getting his name. I just want to see my friend. I walk into his room. He's oddly pail. There's bandaging wrapped around his head, arms. Scratches across his face. He's hooked up to several machines. I want to cry. He looks absolutely terrible.

I pull up a seat. And sit next to him. I turn around to see the doctor leave the room. I lightly grab his hand. Vic has always been a good friend of mine. I'm so upset about this whole situation. He was always there for me, even when I was being a jerkface. We have had our ups and downs but, he's been like a brother to me.

I remember my first day at school. Nobody really liked me. I minded my own business for a few days. Then things changed. Vic and some of his friends sat with me at lunch. They made me feel apart of something. I felt like I belonged. After that, I started being more open and met a lot more people. Vic and I of course still remained being friends. I'm glad we became friends.

"I'm sorry, I let this happen. I'm so sorry." I whisper, I won't cry. Once I start, it's going to be hard to stop. "You're going to be okay. You'll wake up soon." I smile weakly, trying to prevent myself from crying. But failing miserably.

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Sad chapter, I'm sorry!! Another update coming soon.(:
And I didn't edit that much. Sorry again. (:

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