Us Against The Law (Kellic) (boyxboy)

Blessings tend to happen when you're cursed

Nurses. White walls. Movement.

My eyes opened and closed, I kept catching glimpses of things, hearing some things but the words kept cutting off.

I was in and out of it for a short dip of time until I blacked out again. I couldn't remember what had happened to me before or what was happening and why I was here. But when I awoke for the second time, I was alone.

No nurses. Just white walls. No movement.

My eyes were half lidded, there was a machine next to me, beeping at a steady rate and the first thing I did when I was a little less drowsy, was put a hand to my stomach.

I let out a relieved sigh when I looked down to find that it was still as big as ever and without a scratch on it. But then I looked past it, to my thigh. Bandages were wrapped around it and then it came back to me.

I was stabbed.

I wasn't sure by who, I don't think I even saw them, but I was stabbed. A nurse came into the room with the doctor trailing behind her. I tried to sit up, but stopped when I realized I was handcuffed to one side of the bed.

"Really? What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do?" I spat, my wrist pulling at the cuffs. "Is my baby okay? Nothing happened?"

I know it looked okay on the outside, but who knows, I need reassurance.

The doctor sighed and sat down next to me.

"Everything with your pregnancy is just fine. Your boys are lookin' nice and healthy. Your leg, though, you suffered a lot of blood loss after hitting a major artery, but luckily, you got medical attention in time and everything should be fine. It'll stay sore for a long while but other than that, walking on it should be alright-"

"Wait." I felt the beating of my heart speed up. "Um, you said boys? What, what do-"

"Oh, yea, you're having twins! They're growing just right, it's why your stomachs a little bigger. Anyways, since we're not sure who stabbed you yet, and you're pregnant, you'll be staying in the hospital for three days until the prison gets everything resolved. Apperantly, there was a riot."

I smiled. I'm having twins. But then my smile faded. "You said there was a riot?"

"Yea, bunch of guards got injured, few prisoners killed. Uh, they'll be sending over a guard to stay with you. He should be here in a bit. Get some rest."

They both walked out after the nurse kindly gave me another blanket. I think she noticed how cold I was.

Dread passed over me. Was Vic okay? Was my family okay? Who died?

All these questions and possible conclusions were washing worry all over me and I wasn't sure I even wanted to stay here. I mean yea, I've got...two kids on the way, and there's just been a riot after someone specifically stabbed me, but I needed to know if my family was okay. Family was everything I had, I can't let anyone get hurt. Anyone. Not again.

I sighed, frustratedly. I ran a hand over my belly softly, back and forth as a smile formed. I'm having two of these fuckers. Oh man, how's Vic gonna take it?

This is gonna be so bad. Or good? Fuck, I don't know. I shouldn't be stressing right now. I can't. The babies need me to be okay. Vic needs me to be okay. I need me to be okay.

I went back to rubbing at my belly softly, as I breathed out through my nose. I shut my eyes and thought about how thing would be when they were out of the protection of my stomach and in the real world, with...a stranger.

"Kellin? Fuck, oh my god, I'm here...shit."

I opened my eyes, still not able to sit up like I wanted to, and let out a sigh of relief when I saw Vic walk through my door.

"Fuck." I cursed, pulling at the handcuff. Vic came over to me quick and un cuffed me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kept my head in his chest. His hands soothed my back.

"I-I thought-"

"I know. I Know, I'm here. I'm okay. Just a little scratch, darling." He chuckled. And he pulled away from me to show me. I looked down at his arm, examined it quickly. There was a gash that had just been stitched running along his entire arm.

I frowned, my eyes watering.

"Hey, hey, you're okay. I'm okay, baby. Don't cry. I'm okay. You're dad, your uncle, they're just a little banged up, but they're alive and they're okay." Vic hushed.

I nodded profusely. "W-What about my brother? What about Jack?"

Vic looked at me for a second before answering. "He's...physically okay."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Look...I'm not sure how close you were to...but I don't want to stress you out right now."

"No, fucking tell me. Tell me. Who? Close to who?" I asked desperately. My heart was thumping like a steady drum.

"Justin's dead..."

I fell silent. Justin wasn't always my favorite person. We butted heads a lot, but...there were still some good moments. A lot of them. I took in a sharp breath, my bottom lip quivering as my eyes began to water. I shook my head, shut my eyes.

"No...I need to see him. I need to go back."

"Kell...you can't."

"Why not?! Fuck, please... I need to be there for Jack...p-please.."

"Baby, I'm sorry." Vic spoke, his voice strained. He sat on the bed with me and held me, his eyes brimming with tears. "Oliver's..." He stopped.

"He's the one that stabbed you. His gang...was targeting you and your family"

Rage filled me within an instant, but I quickly reminded myself of the two kids I was carrying. I breathed I deeply through my mouth and let it out through my nose. I squeezed Vic's hand.

"We're having twins..."

"What?" Vic turned to look at me. I nodded my head and smiled. Just the thought of them had me feeling a little better. "Did you say twins?"

"Yea, twins. The doctor told me; god I'm so excited!" I spoke happily. I would be jumping for the moon right now, but everything I was stressing about would only allow me to jump for the sky.

"F-...I... Wow. Fuck. This is...I can't believe it." Vic grinned, pulling me in for a tight hug. I nodded against his shoulder and held him there for a little longer. I took comfort in his arms. It was nice to know I always had someone who would be here with me.

Always.