You Scared?

Epilogue: 42 Hours

*Andrew's POV*

Silence.

We sat in silence in Trevor's office. All trying to forget what happened 42 hours ago. Every single detail, was burned into my mind but I pushed it all away. Hoping for it to just disappear at my command. Forcing myself to act like nothing had happened.

Silence.

I have no idea how long we sat there like that. The clock ticked like normal but I could hear all of our heat beats go deathly silent. 

Chase leaned on the window frame, arms crossed and a angry/at peace type of expression covering his face. Trevor sat in his desk, reading over the files. Me, well, I sat in the chair in front of him. Completely still. Afraid to move and be reminded of what happened less than 42 hours ago. 

"These files say that the infection was the result of an experiment of trying to cure cancer but a sample of rabies got into the tube and it turned into a infection." Trevor said, breaking the undeniable wall of silence.  

"How do we stop it?" Chase asked, not moving his gaze from outside. His voice deathly void of any emotion.

Trevor sighed and looked down at the papers again.  "There is no cure but more of like a way of avoiding getting bitten. I think it's an animal instinct thing actually. You move, you get infected. You show weakness, you get infected."

"It feeds on fear." I summed up, looking down at the floor.  

"Yeah, very complicated structured too. The cell itself looks like a piece of crap." 

Nodded our heads, we just stayed silent. 

Trevor sighed and waved his hand. "You're dismissed."

Chase and I just looked at him before nodding and leaving the room. We closed the door behind us and started to walk down the hall. 

Still staying silent we walked up the stairs and into the garage. Chase motioned for the people to open the door and they did. 

The sun hit my face when my foot stepped out of the cold room. Thinking the sun was going to warm me up was clearly not true. Instead of feeling happy that this was all over and the sun was shinning and the birds were chirping, I felt the most unhappy I have in my entire life. 

"Hey, Andrew!" 

Turning to face the voice, I saw Trevor running to catch up with our slow strides.

Chase stopped walking and gave me a "well I'm clearly not needed" look before signalling to a coffee shop just up the road.  

"I'll just be over there." He said before walking towards the sidewalk and the shop.

I pivoted toward Trevor and he just stood there, smiling nervously. Crossing my arms I gave him a pointed look.

"Umm.." He trailed off, running his hand through his hair in a nervous matter.

I rose my eyebrow as his discomfort before indicating with my hand for him to continue.

"I'm sorry, I know that Mom's death was not your fault and I'm sorry for blaming you..." Trevor said finally, looking everywhere but where I stood.

"When did you come to this realization?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him so he would feel even more discomfort. This was odd for him, apologizing. 

"Rory.. I realized that I wanted my brother back before it was too late." 

Smiling slightly, I grabbed both his shoulders and hugged him tight. 

"This is gay dude." He said in protest, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"Just shut up before I smack you!" I warned before releasing him. "Good to have you back Bro!" 

Trevor just grinned before rolling his eyes and leaving back towards his office.  

I started my journey to the coffee shop, but had trouble blocking out all the horrific moments from 42 hours ago.

Shaking my head I leaned on a nearby wall, gripping my knees and breathing heavy. 

"Daddy!"

Turning my head from the ground I looked across the street.

A little girl was running to a solider. He picked her up and twirled her in his arms before looking at the woman that the girl once stood beside.  

The woman was in near tears when she ran to the man and pulled him into an embrace as well. I could hear the little girls laughter from here.

The solider put the girl down on her feet before talking to the woman. She stood close to him, hanging on every word he said.

The girl faced where I stood and when her eyes met mine I forgot how to breathe. She had those intense, chocolaty brown eyes that I had saw only 42 hours ago.  

She smiled at me, holding her dad's hand while he spoke. A single rose in her other hand.

*Chase's POV*

Wrapping my hands around the coffee, I leaned back on the seat and watched while Andrew walked in the door. He had a little smirk on his face, clearly feeling accomplished with something. 

Sitting down on the seat in front of me, he coolly put his hands behind his head and swung his feet on the table.

"I see it went well.." I stated, removing the lid from my coffee to see how much was left.

"It went as any conversation with my sibling goes, with me being right." He replied cockily. 

"I'm sure that's what it was about..." Trailing off, I got up from my seat and walked over to the door. 

Andrew huffed before following after me.

"It was!" He screamed. 

"Did you get those flowers?" I asked, throwing the empty coffee cup in a nearby trash can right outside of the flower shop.

"Sure did!" He replied, holding up the bouquet. 

"Alright, we should go to that bridge near the park." I suggested.

Andrew nodded and started to head in that direction.  

The walk was oddly quiet. It was like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for god knows what. 

When we arrived at the park, I pointed out a bridge that had a little steam flow under it. 

Andrew nodded and lead the way. 

Pulling out the 3 flowers, Andrew plucked the stems off.

The flowers were beautiful really, one was a daisy looking flower another was a tiger lily and the last was a plain red rose. 

Andrew faced the edge of the bridge and leaned on the red railing. 

"For Rachel." Andrew dropped the daisy into the water.  It floated down the current and around the bend.

Moving myself next to him, I put my elbows on the red railing beside where the other flowers were.

"For Leo." Taking the tiger lily from the pile, I dropped the flower into the water below, watching it sink before coming up to float again. It swirled and turned in the clear water before we could no longer see the flower float from where we stood.

I glanced over at Andrew, he had an intense stare on the rose. Clearly not wanting to pick it up. 

"For Rory." I said before pushing the rose into the stream.

The rose splashed before trailing down the river and around the bend.  

Maybe it was in that moment when I no longer could see her dying in my arms. Maybe it was years later. Either way, I knew that once that flower dropped into the water for the first time, I was no longer worried. No longer worried about the pain and suffering. No longer depressed. No longer Chase. I was someone who, that when looking down at the water, finally felt content for the first time in a very long time. Finally, no longer, felt scared.