The deafening blare of sirens split the heavy air. I could feel hot, sticky blood trickle down my neck, but that was the least of my concerns. "Vik?! Get up, please?!" I shrieked, eyes wide with panic and alarm as I desperately shook the unconscious boy.
Crimson blood oozed out from a wound in his chest, soaking his clothes. My breathing was merely an erratic pattern of gasps. "Vik? Oh god, please be okay!" I exclaimed once more. The pain in my neck, just below my ear, increased, the cut burning profusely. I began to get lightheaded, my vision blurred - from tears, or dizziness, whichever one it was I couldn't care less.
Eventually, I fell with a sickening thud.
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I sat impatiently in the waiting room, staring blankly at the dull, colourless wall. The ache in my wound was numb, just like everything else. I only had a minor cut and a few scratches and bruises from accident, as well as shock from the crash.
I couldn't think straight. I tried to recall what had just happened, but the only thing on my mind was Vik. He was still being treated. A loud crash and the slurred curses of the taxi driver were the only shattered shards of memory I could retrieve. Everything was certain to come back to me once I know that Vik is okay.
Everything was uneasily silent. I buried my head in my quivering hands, a shaky breath escaping my dry lips. Despite the fatiguing, hollow, emotionally exhausted feeling I was drowning in, I was wide awake, waiting endlessly for any conformation that Vik is fine.
Or the inevitable.
Then the light above the bland door identical to every other one in this building flashed. Anticipation flooded through me. The doctor stepped out of the room. He was a tall middle-aged man with a greying stubble and dull green eyes, framed by glasses that sat atop his crooked nose. He was a serious looking person, a menacing frown permanently etched onto his face.
I rose to my unsteady feet hastily. "How's Vik? Is he going to be okay?!" I demanded.
The doctor glared at me, but besides his intimidating stare and stern gravelly voice, appeared to be calm. "He should be fine. We can't be certain when he'll be waking up, however."
I clenched my fists tightly, my fingers were raw and cold from nervousness. But he isn't dead. He's okay. Everything's going to be fine.
"Can I see him?"
The doctor nodded. "I'll be checking up on him later. Go ahead."
Inside, it was unsettlingly warm. I stared at Vik, clueless as to what to think or do. He looked peaceful, almost as if he was asleep. I sat down on the chair beside the bed, wondering how many people have cried in this chair. There'd be one more person added to that list tonight.
My phone rang. I fished it out and glanced at the cracked screen.
Simon: Are you okay? We heard what happened, on our way now.
Ignoring the text, I shoved it back in my pocket. I held his hand, my thumb running along the back of his hand. I let out a sigh, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Vik, babe? Please wake up..." I whispered weakly, my croaky voice dull and exhausted.
His fingers twitched.
"Vik? Vik, please. I need you..." Tears pooled at my eyes, but I didn't care. I stifled a sob. I gazed at our intertwined fingers. His body was almost completely devoid of any movement, besides from the short, uneven rise and fall of his chest.
"I'm not ready to leave you."
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The opening of the door caused me to stir. Simon, JJ, Tobi and Ethan walked in warily. Ethan opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated and said instead, said nothing. He smiled gingerly.
"How are you, Josh?" Simon inquired. I was glad that he didn't put on a fake, gentle voice like an adult carefully trying to comfort an upset child. The concern laced in his voice that reflected in his familiar face was genuine.
"I'm... I don't know anymore."
JJ frowned as he gazed at Vik. "He'll be fine, right?" Even his voice, which was usually confident and optimistic, seemed slightly doubtful.
I suppressed a shaky sigh. "Only time can tell."
Tobi dragged a chair next to me and sat down, lightly placing a hand on my shoulder and giving me a reassuring smile. "You know Vik, he's always okay."
I forced back tears, grateful for everyone's optimism and comfort. I turned back to Vik. Slowly, his eyes opened, squinting at the sudden bright light. "Guys?" He groaned, voice trembling.
Everyone beamed, the tense atmosphere and sad frowns vanishing. "Vik! You're awake!" I relaxed, smiling wider than ever.
"I missed you, Vik."
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that was shit for my first attempt at something that isn't cheesy lovey dovey fluff. i tried. *shrug*
and yeah, double Zerkstar. and yeah, double upload today. :)) spoiling you guys <3
