Apocalypse Within The System [OM&M, AA, BMTH, PTV]

Fifteen

fifteen is like really hard to spell like my cock jk i not have a cock i do have a penis tho

im kidding really tho

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Blake's POV

 I sighed as I collapsed on my new bed. This house was relatively bigger than the other one, but not as big as Oli's house in San Francisco. I was starting to get a grip on this new life, even though I just wanted things to be like they used to.

The door to my closet slowly started opening and my heart rate increased as I sat up. I watched as Mike came out with a smile on his face. His familiar smell filled my nose.

"It's about time you showed up," I said, with a smile. Tears were starting to roll down my cheeks but I couldn't move to wipe them away.

"I'm finally coming out of the closet," he teased, causing me to laugh through my sobs. "Don't cry, babe. I'm sorry it took me so long, but I'm always with you, just remember that."

"Why can't I just stay with you? Things would be so much easier if I just died," I confessed, sniffling.

"Don't you ever say that. Dying sucks, especially when you're not ready. There are people here that love you, and I want you to move on and be happy without me. It's going to be harder than it's been, but you can get through it. These people you're with are people that I trust more than anything," he explained, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"I barely know anyone, but they all know each other. Why can't Vic be here?" I whined. Vic was always someone that I could trust with anything.

"I have to go, and you have to wake up. Start the day with a smile on your face. I love you."

"I love you too."

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I woke up in tears, and I was relieved to finally be able to wipe them away. I really needed something to help me remember him.

After wiping away the tears and making sure I had a fresh face, I went downstairs. Everyone was sitting in the kitchen, enjoying each others company. Rachelle and Danny seemed oddly close, but I was happy for them. Rachelle needed this.

"Morning love," Ben said with a smile when he noticed me walk in.

"Mor-" I was cut off by the sound of footsteps walking down the hall. Everyone went silent and I glanced at the direction the footsteps were coming from.

Suddenly, Vic Fuentes stepped into the kitchen with wide eyes. "Am I dead? What the hell are you guys doing in my kitchen?"

"VIC!" I yelled, running into his arms, causing him to fall over. "This is real life, you're alive! What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were dead! I couldn't find you anywhere back in San Diego," I sputtered.

"I moved here to get away from the Riganda. How did you guys find me?" Vic asked with a smile as he squeezed me tightly.

Everyone glanced towards Matt, looking for some sort of answer from the genius who found this place.

Matt shrugged. "I went on a road trip and I thought it was empty," he explained, monotony.

I finally got off of the floor and helped Vic up, but I didn't let go off him as everyone else came in for a hug. It was like Mike listened to what I said in my dream and brought him here.

"Fate is a funny thing," Rachelle mumbled as she gave Vic a hug.

We explained to Vic what we had found out so far, and we were going to make a trip to the hospital for another blood transfusion, since Tino was doing completely fine.

I volunteered to do it, along with Matt as the donor. So, Matt, Rachelle, Danny, Alan and I got in the hummer and made our way to the nearest hospital. I had no idea why Alan offered to come with us because I really didn't want to see him, but I could easily ignore him now that I've had some experience.

"I just need to take a blood test from you first," Rachelle said to me as she cleaned a needle. I had a pretty high pain tolerance and needles didn't bother me too much, so I was glad about that.

After she took a blood test from me and Nicholls, we waited for a bit. I wasn't nervous until Rachelle's eyes widened when she looked at my sample.

"What is it? Do I have cancer? Am I going to die?" I asked, suddenly worrying. I felt someone's hand on my back... it was Alan's.

"Blake... did you know that you're pregnant?" Rachelle asked, slowly glancing up at me.

I brought a hand up to my mouth. "N-no. How is that possible? I've had my... fuck. What day is it?" I asked, frantically looking at Alan.

"Um... Thursday?" He answered, unsure.

"It's the fifteenth," Rachelle quickly confirmed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn't possible. We only had sex yesterday," I murmured.

"Well, have you had sex in the last month or two? Sometimes your period doesn't skip until later on in the first trimester."

That's when the tears streamed down my face and I was practically choking to get a breath out. "The... the day before M-Mike died," I cried. I cried so hard I was screaming. Alan tried to restrain me and comfort me but I just pushed him away.

"I can't do the transfusion without risking the baby's life," Rachelle murmured to Danny.

"Just kill me already!" I screamed, grabbing a scalpel from a nearby table. "I'll gauge my fucking eyes out right now. I can't fucking do this anymore!" It was all too much. I couldn't do this without Mike.

Alan quickly grabbed my hands and the scalpal fell to the ground. I fell into Alan's chest, where my cries were muffled.

"Just let me die..." I kept on repeating.

"Blake, I won't let you die. You're too important to me," Alan murmured, calmly rubbing my back.

"You're too important to all of us," Tino corrected.

Alan manuvered himself so that he was sitting beside me, my head still on his chest. "I love you, Blake," he whispered.