Wonderless (Kellic VS. Fuenciado)

Wonderless - Chapter 8

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[Kellin’s POV]

 

 Vic and I left the building and started making our way back to his car. We walked down the sidewalk holding hands, which, I guess, gained a few odd glances from some people, though we didn’t really mind. I turned to look at him, but was immediately pushed back and out of the way of a speeding car that had somehow lost control and stalled up. I landed on the sidewalk and, when I finally found my footing, the agonizing sound of bones cracking and snapping filled my ears. I couldn’t help but scream when I saw Vic’s helpless body being flung backward as the front of the car made contact with him.

“Vic! No, no, NO!” I shouted, and ran towards him. Blood poured from his mouth and his eyes were closed. His body looked like a rag doll that had just been flung across some kid’s playroom. I knelt down beside him as more people gathered around the scene, frantically checking the driver of the car. No one but me seemed to even notice the fact that Vic could possibly be dead. Pulling out my phone, I quickly dialed 911, but had to hand it off to some lady because I couldn’t talk between my sobs.

 She handed my phone back soon enough and I sat beside Vic, pulling his hair out of his face as we awaited the EMT’s. When they arrived, they, of course, pulled the driver out of the car and made sure he was alright before pulling Vic out of my grasp and placing him on a stretcher. I chased after them as they shoved him into the ambulance, but they wouldn’t let me in. There was no possible way of reaching the hospital, since the keys to Vic’s car were still in his pocket.

 I watched as the ambulance pulled off, the flashing lights and screeching sirens soon out of sight. Tears streamed down my face as I pulled out my phone again and called Mike.

“Mike… Car crash… Vic…” I tried to explain what happened, but failed miserably as my sobs became more violent. Mike asked where I was and I told him, and eventually he showed up, driven by Tony, and I hopped in the car. The drive to the hospital was painful, and I just sat in the back of the car crying into my hands. Mike had asked a few times if I could explain to him what had happened, but I, again, failed to do so. I couldn’t help but feel guilty. If I had seen that car, I could’ve pushed Vic out of the way and it would’ve been me who’d been hit, not him. But, no, I can’t do anything right…

 We arrived at the hospital and before the car was even completely parked, I rushed out and dashed across the lot to the front doors of the emergency wing.

“Where is he?” I frantically asked the receptionist at the front desk, who gave me a confused look, though seemed to understand as she saw my eyes filling with tears.

“Are you the friend of Mr. Fuentes?” she asked. I quickly nodded, finding it pointless at this point to get into relationship details. “He’s in the operating room right now. You’ll have to wait a few hours until you’re permitted to see him.” I held in another sob and nodded, turning to the waiting room to sit down. What if he died? What if they couldn’t save him? It was all my fault, right? If it had just been me… Why couldn’t it have been me?

 Hours passed as I waited. Mike and Tony had come to join me a few minutes after I had talked to the receptionist, but we remained quiet. I suppose it was because most of would just break down if we even tried to speak. We honestly didn’t know if we’d be leaving here knowing Vic was alive. I don’t even want to remember what he looked like back at the scene. All bloody and broken… It was going on three o’clock when a doctor came out from the operating room and into the lobby. He spoke with the receptionist for a few minutes before turning and walking over to the three of us, an emotionless expression plastered onto his face. I stood up immediately as he came over.

“How is he?” I piped up quickly.

“I can’t say for sure. He is currently in critical condition, but the chances of him surviving are higher than that of dying. The is a chance, though, that if he does wake up, he’ll be struck with amnesia. The severity of it, we won’t know. But it isn’t a for sure thing yet,” he said, though his voice seemed a bit unsure. All I could do was nod in reply, wanting to try to contain myself at this moment.

“Can we see him?” Mike came over and stood beside me, giving the doctor a hopeful look. The doctor nodded and walked back to the big double doors that led into the critical condition area. He waved the three of us over and we followed him through the mess of hallways until we reached Vic’s room. As he pushed open the doors, I felt my stomach completely explode as I saw Vic. He looked so broken… Tears slid down my face and I felt unable to move, until Tony gave me a pat on the back and helped me along. I sat myself down in a chair beside Vic’s bed and carefully placed his hand in mine; he was cold… almost lifelessly cold. The only way I knew he was still alive was from the repetitive sound of the heart monitor beeping beside Vic’s bed.

The doctor gave a nod and slowly exited the room, leaving Tony, Mike and I alone with Vic.

“It’s all my fault…,” I muttered and I rested my forehead on Vic’s hand as I held it in mine, tears pouring freely down my face now.

“I’m so sorry, Vic…”