But You're The One I Want (A Wesley Stromberg Fanfic)

Chapter 17: Hospital Visit

Keaton's POV

I run through the automatic doors and the chilling air-conditioning blasts my face; I can smell the antiseptic and medicine. God, I hate hospitals.

"MOM?!" I call out in the creepily clean, white room. I get dirty looks from the receptionist and other patients, but I really couldn't give a crap.

"Keat, just keep your voice down a bit. I need you to stay calm."  Drew's large hand clasped my, small in comparison, shoulder.

I blew out a long, shaky breath. He was right; like always. Drew gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and went up to the front desk to talk to the blonde woman, with way too much make up on, to see which room Wes is in.

I look around just to occupy my mind. I see so many sad faces of people awaiting the fate of their loved ones; this is the main reason why I hate hospitals. You know that someone is going to leave with tears of sadness because they lost someone close to their hearts.

"Keaton."

I spin my head towards Drew and I see him flick his head in the direction of the hall, signalling that he wants me to follow him.

We walked up a hall that seemed to go on forever, twisting and turning. We finally stopped in front of room 103. Drew and I shared a glance at each other before we opened to door to see my mother gazing at a battered and bruised Wesley. She held on to his hand as if they were glued together, tears were streaming heavily. It broke my heart to watch them.

"Come sit boys." Her line of sight didn't move from Wes but she knew we were there.

We walked gently towards them, almost as if our footsteps would break the floor.

"He wasn't the only one." My mother spoke a fragment of a sentence and it took me a minute before I knew what she was even talking about.

"So, who was in the car with him?" Drew spoke for me, I physically couldn't; the catch in my throat was almost strangling me.

"Summer." She turned her head and you could see the pain in her eyes. Mom hadn't actually met Summer yet but she knew who she was; she was usually sceptical of the girls Wes brought home. Although mom didn't seem to have the same annoyed tone in her voice when she said Summer's name like she does when she refers to other females that have graced the household, I think she could tell Summer was different. Call it mother's intuition.

"Where is she?" I was able to overcome some of my emotions, but just barely. My voice was but a whisper.

"Next door. Feel free to go see her, but I think I'm just going to stay with your brother. I want to be here when he wakes up."

Drew and I decided it would be best to go and see Summer; it felt like we were intruding on mom's special moment with my brother anyway.

I opened the door as quietly as I could but I wasn't very successful; the hinges creaked.

She looked so fragile and broken. She looked sick, she didn't look the vibrant, glowing girl that I had become accustom to seeing.

I walked over and lightly brushed my fingers along the back of her hand; she was slightly cold. Drew took a seat next to her and pulled the hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. We both sat there for what felt like an eternity looking at her, waiting for her eyes to open; but our attention was drawn away when someone walked through the door.

"Hello. Can I help you?" The man who walked though the door was tall and had blonde hair; he looked like he hadn't had a good nights rest in a while either.

"Uh, I'm Keaton. A friend of Summer's; my brother is the one she was in the car with. Who are you?"

"I'm her father; Ryan Trent. God, I leave for one minute to get coffee and my daughter's room is hijacked by a couple of Justin Biebers." He says the last part with a slight laugh, so I no he means no harm.

"Ha ha, sorry." I apologise anyway because it seems like the right thing to do.

"Don't worry about it, mate. I wouldn't want her to wake up and have no one here for her, so thank for filling in." He walks over and claps my back. " So how's your brother doing?"

"I don't know the details, but by the looks of it he is in the same position as Summer."

"Awake?" He spares me a glance.

I shake my head, 'no'.

"I'm sorry, he'll be right though. They're both fighters." He gives me a reassuring smile, and even though I only just met this man, I believe him. Everything will be alright.

I look back at Summer and grab her hand, I want to try and warm her up a bit. Before I even look away to talk to her dad again I feel her squeeze my hand; my eyes almost pop out of my head.

"What? What is it?" Drew speaks for the first time since we've been in the room. I almost forgot he was there.

"She just squeezed my hand!" I yell back.

"Woah, she what?" Her dad interjects. He runs to her side and starts to lightly stroke her face. "Summer? Princess? Can you hear me? If you can, squeeze... What did you say your name was again?" He looks at me quickly.

"Keaton."

"Right. If you can hear me, squeeze Keaton's hand again."

I felt it. "She squeezed!"

"Yes! Summer, now I want you to open your eyes slowly." He requested.

We waited, and waited; but they weren't coming open.

Yeah,  it's short but I wanted to put this chapter up. Also, sorry that Keation's chapter is so touchy-feely. I wanted to put more description into my writing, and it came out kinda weird for Keaton's POV but yeah..