Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter twenty three - Reality is...

Third POV

Two days later,

“I never really got to thank you for what you did for Rory,” Phoebe’s voice draws Keenan out of the deep thought his mind has cast him into in the last half hour and he gives her space to seat on the seat close to him.

Rory had gone back to Taylor's home to patch things up with her, after waiting at her gate and getting no response. He could have left when he saw the cloud forming. He knew he needed to leave, but he had to stay because he had told Taylor he wasn’t leaving until he got the chance to talk to her.

He never got the chance to talk to her and so he didn’t leave... At least not until he lost consciousness.

Keenan had brought Rory to the hospital after finding him unconscious in the heavy rain outside of Taylor's home, where he suspected Rory had gone after he came to the hotel and realised he was gone.

After Rory got admitted and they run tests on him. They found out that the exposure to the cold had weakened his heart and therefore caused it to stop functioning. He has been placed on life support ever since then, with chances of his survival being very low. Keenan has been doing his best to be by his friend’s side ever since, bringing in all his resources to help speed up the search for a heart donor for Rory.

He has been searching on his laptop and also calling all the numbers on his contact lists, just hoping to get some lead on the donor, but none has worked out and after trying for hours, he gives it a rest.

He scoffs in much disbelief, “Can’t say that did much good. Rory is still not okay and no contact I’ve made in the search for a heart donor seems to work.”

“Well, at least you are trying and for that thank you.” She takes his hand into hers and squeezes it in reassurance and a spark goes through both their bodies and they stare into each other’s eyes. He remembers when those emerald eyes were his shining light and reason for living, but they no longer are. He looks away and clears his throat awkwardly, trying to ease off the silent tension that seems to build up between them in the room.

When Keenan lifts his eyes, he sees Jack at the door. Jack’s eyes are murderous as he stares at them, especially at Keenan. Keenan unlocks his hand from Phoebe’s and she frowns at this reaction, but he nudges his head to the door and she follows his eyes to see her husband, Jack, as well. She gets up from beside Keenan and goes over to Jack and Keenan continues his search on his laptop.

When Rory regained consciousness and Keenan talked with him. He let him have some time with his mom and sister, while he walked out of the hospital into his car and just as Keenan start the car, Phoebe gets in with him.

His brow rises in confusion at her sudden intrusion of his private time. “What are you doing?” He demands immediately.

“Getting in the car with you.” She replies with the most obvious remark.

“Listen alright?” He begins, his tone getting edgy and uncertain, “you are pregnant and your husband might not be okay with that he wi–”

She cuts in, giving him no time to finish his words. “Will understand. Besides, this is for Rory, not me, and I know you are going out in search of a heart donor and you will not stop me from following you.”

Keenan rolls his eyes and sighs in defeat. Phoebe had always been stubborn since the first day he met her, and once her mind was made up, it would not change for anything in the world. That was one reason he had fallen for her back in college. “Fine! Fasten up your seat belt then.” He instructs, and she obeys, doing exactly that.

The ride is long and unending as they move from private hospitals to public hospitals and all around the state and find nothing.

“Promise we’ll call you as soon as we get any lead.” Dr Frank, one of the family friends assures Keenan as he shakes his hand and he nods at him.