Love In The Backstage

Chapter 18

Alex's POV

We have been waiting outside of Mrs Stella's office for about an hour and even though I know I don't care, a feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me otherwise.

"So.. How have you been?" Lexie attempts to start a conversation clearly noticing my discomfort but right now I'm not in the mood to talk to her.

"Good." My answer instant and blatantly showing my annoyance.

"Oh. Okay. How's your dad?" She asks still unaware of my lack of interest in this conversation.

My dad. How's he?

Ugh.

He's dead.

"What?" Lexie asks utterly shocked with her mouth widely hanging open.

Don't tell me I said that aloud.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry Alex." She says as she approaches me slowly and discreetly tries to put her arm around my shoulder for a -as-they-call-it- comforting hug.

I inwardly pull back a little in order to avoid further awkwardness and lean my head on the wall behind my chair.

A creaking noise grabs my attention as the door of Mrs Stella's office finally opens.

"Guys. She's okay. You can go in and see her but someone has to call her father." Mrs. Stella says as she writes something down on her small white notepad.

I hold back a sigh of relief as I think over what I've done. But if I did otherwise they would have already killed her.

"Why do we have to call her father?" Laura asks a bit unsure as she plays nervously with her fingers.

"Well, firstly, you have to tell me what happened to her because she probably has MTBI." I feel a pang inside my chest as these words leave her mouth.

"What?" Laura asks completely unaware and before Stella can answer I blurt it out.

"Mild Traumatic Brain Injury." I say almost in a whisper trying to keep my breath steady.

What have I done?

This couldn't be possible. She didn't fall, did she?

It takes a hard hit for this.

"What's this?" Laura asks with concern and utter shock in her voice.

No tell me it's not permanent.

I can't let it be permanent.

"It is frequently defined as a head injury with a temporary loss of brain function and it causes a variety of physical, cognitive and emotional symptoms in order to be recognized." The doctor says and pictures of my father's case come flashing back into my mind.

I can't believe this.

In order to save his soul I almost killed her.

The only person I've ever felt good being with ended up in the same trap like my father. Except from the fact that he knew it could possibly happen.

I abruptly stand up and make my way to her as they continue to talk.

I open the office's door further and get in the room.

I close silently the door behind me and slowly approach Ellie who's currently lying on the small bed next to the wall.

I lean on the wall besides the bed as I keep staring at her thinking about what could also is bound to happen to her after this.