Unpredictable

chapter 26

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Alex's P.O.V

Niall gives me confused look and I smile at him, getting up from next to his warm body.

I'm led outside with the nurse while she sadly smiles and looks at her clipboard.

"Andy, um," She swallows looking at me sadly and the blood drains from my face before she can finish her sentence.

"I'm sorry, but Andy-"

"Is he alive?" I cut her off, with my watering eyes.

"Yes, but he slipped into a coma ten minutes ago and we can't tell when he's going to wake up. I'm sorry." I feel like I've been stabbed in the stomach. I start crying almost instantly as soon as she said coma.

"Is he going to wake up?" My hearts pounds in my chest, waiting on her response as I hold my tears.

"There's a one in a million chance he will wake up," She says rubbing my shoulder gently. I let out a screaming cry and bend over, I pull at my hair hoping that this isn't real.

"I'm sorry, Alexandra." The nurse rubs my back.

"Stop fucking calling me that! Stop touching me, just leave me alone! I don't want your memorized apologies that you're taught to say! I don't want you fucking ruining my day! I don't want anyone except my brother." I lash out on her, sobbing.

He's not going to wake up. The last thing I saw my brother do was fight my boyfriend. A stupid fucking fight. My emotions are overwhelming me and two nurses come over to me, trying to talk to me.

"Leave me alone!" I sob loudly. "Please." My voice cracks.

What am I supposed to do now? What am I supposed to do for the rest of my life? Andy was my protector, my best friend, my advice giver, my help, my brother and now all of that is snatched away from me.

I remember him soothing his hand over my back while I cried. I remember him saving me from our dad. I remember him telling me that our mom did like us both equally even though I knew she didn't. He helped me calm down during my panic attacks, my asthma attacks, when our dad would attack me. Dad wanted a boy, but got me instead, so he abused me. Andy was there four years ago when I was at rock bottom because an unwanted person had violated me. He's all I had left. Andy never gave up on me and vise versa. And now he's gone.

"It's okay, honey." The nurse in her early 20's bends down telling me. I'm about to kick her in the face if she doesn't get away from me.

"No, it's fucking not! It's not going to be okay, so shut the hell up with that shit. I don't want any of you around me just leave me alone!" I stand up, pushing one of them away from me. I run back into Niall's room, sobbing and get my stuff. I want to go home and sulk in my sadness. I walk over to the bed to get my cell phone, but his wrist catches mine before I can leave.

"Alex, what happened?" He asks worried, sitting up pulling me to him. I shake my head no, trying to pull my wrist out of his hand while I'm crying. I'm getting aggravated with everyone touching me.

"Stop," I hear Niall's car keys rattle in my other hand as I tug my body backwards, trying to get him to let go of my wrist. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed as his other hand goes to hold my same arm that he has my wrist, making it easier for him to pull me closer.

"Alex, talk to me," Niall says staring at me with worried eyes. "Please." He whispers his voice as I bawl my eyes out in front of him.

"Let go of me!" I shout, crying. I notice him getting closer to the edge of the side of the bed.

"Stop fucking touching me!" My purse drops to the ground leaving my phone and his keys in each of my hands. Three nurses come inside to see what's going on and they come closer to me.

"Honey, come on." Niall's nurse tells me.

"It's time for you to go." The young nurse that touched me yesterday, comes near me and grabs my wrist. Both of them are pulling me and I can't do anything about it.

"Alex, pretend they aren't here okay? Just talk to me." Niall says to me.

Just like I can't do anything about Andy.

I can't save him.

"Stop fucking touching me!" I yank my hand away from the nurse and cock my arm back, ready to punch her in the face, with keys in my hand. I'm just mad at everyone right now, yet I'm a destroyed mess on the inside. My brother is basically dead.

"Alexandra put your hand down!" The other nurse that I hadn't even paid any attention to says to me. She comes over to me, grabbing my arm.

"Stop fucking calling me that." I throw my arm back and aim at her face, but she moves before my fist lands in her jaw.

"Is this about your brother, sweety?" Niall's nurse asks me. The memories of Andy and I are being spun around in my head and I want them to stop. It's like my mind is taunting me with all of the fun times we had together.

"There's a one in a million chance he'll wake up." The nurses voice replays in my head and her voice just gets louder and louder in my head.

"Stop, stop," I scream mainly to myself. Her words taint my mind with funerals, graveyard's, a sheet being placed over his body indicating his death.

"Stop!" I bend down to the floor, screaming and crying, Niall's hand still holding my wrist.

It's a nightmare and I'm not even asleep.

The nurse that I almost hit the first time comes over to me with a shot in her hand, grabbing my arm. I scream and start kicking at my father. He's coming closer, with something harmful to my body. Andy is running down the hall to come protect me from our dad, but he's taking so long to come rescue me.

"Leave her alone," Andy pushes the nurse away from me. The nurse still has my arm and the object is coming down fast to me. I scream and cry, kicking my feet at her, trying to get away from her.

My body is lifted up and held in Andy's arms as I sob into his shirt.

I mind rolls around back to reality and Niall is standing out of his bed, holding my frail body to his as I harshly cry into his chest.