I knew you (Wesley Stromberg Fanfic)

Chapter 28

*KEATON'S POV*

"I'm gonna go." Lily says quietly.

I sigh. "I need to go look for him."

"Do you want help?" she asks.

"No it's fine, I'll call you when I find him." I say giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

I watched her walk out of the house and down the street.

Why am I doing this? I'm killing my brother. I know he loves her but, I think I do too.

I grab my keys and get into my car. driving down the streets hoping to find Wes.

*LILY'S POV*

"Jackie! Are you home?" I close the front door. I hear no answer.

Great Wesley ran away and my sister is God knows where.

"What's that smell?" I walk into the kitchen to see weed all over the counter top.

"What the hell." I walk upstairs into my room.

Nothing could have prepared for what I saw next.

Wesley was on my bed unconscious. On the floor was an empty orange bottle that held my pain killers, and a few small white pills scattered on the floor.

I get my numb body to move somehow. I kneel down next to the bed. He doesn't have a pulse.

"No. no. no. no." Tears falling down my face.

I get my phone out trying to call 911 with my shaking hands.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"My boyfriend he overdosed on pain killers." I say crying.

"Ok an ambulance will be there right away sweetheart just stay calm."

I hold his hand "It's ok Wes" I say wiping away my tears, "You're gonna be fine."

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"Lily?" I awaken by Keaton's voice.

I look around the room. I'm in a hospital. but not in a bed, sitting next to one, and my hand is locked with Wesley's who is unconscious. I pull my hand away, confused at why it was there in the first place.

"How did I get here?"

"Well when the ambulance came for Wes you went with him you've been here since." he says calmly.

"How long?"

"Only a night."

"Is he ok?"

"Yea he's fine." he says looking at him, "If you didn't find him when you did-" tears started forming in his eyes.

I stand up and wrap my arms around him.

"I'm sorry this is all my fault." I say into his chest.

"No, Lily. Please don't say that." he says crying even harder.

A knock at the door pulls us apart.

A man walks in wearing scrubs and a white coat. I'm assuming he's the doctor.

"Lily Smith?" the doctor asks.

"Yea?" I say confused.

"You were the one that found Mr. Stromberg, correct?"

"Yes."

"And it says here that you are his girlfriend, yes?"

I look over at Keaton who looks just as confused as I am.

"Um no. We're just friends. Why would it say that?"

"Well when you called 911 you said he was your boyfriend, and you said more then once last night that he is your boyfriend."

Why can I not remember any of this? why would I say Wesley is my boyfriend?

"Excuse me can you give us a moment?" Keaton says to the doctor.

He nods then exits the room.

"Lily what's going on?" Keaton asks me.

"I don't remember anything. I don't remember last night. I don't remember saying Wesley is my boyfriend." I say tears streaming down my face.

"Shhh it's ok." he says holding me in his arms.

"I just want to remember."

"I know." he sighs.

***FLASHBACK***

I'm pacing up and down the halls.

"Do you know if Wesley Stromberg is ok, he's my boyfriend. Please tell me he's ok." I say worried.

The doctor looks at his clipboard.

"He is fine, he's actually awake right now, room 208-"

I run down the hall not caring what else the doctor had to say.

I arrive at room 208 and I run into the room.

When my eyes see Wes he's playing with some wires hooked up to him. He looks up and a huge grin spreads upon his face.

I walk over to his bed and sit beside him.

"I'm sorry." he says.

"This isn't your fault." I say kissing his forehead.

"I love you." I say looking into his eyes.

"I love you too."

***END OF FLASHBACK***

I open my eyes in a panic. I'm still in the same room I remember being in.

Except Keaton is sleeping on the opposite side of Wesley's bed.

My memory, did that really happen last night, did it happen before, was it a dream?

I'm shocked to see Wesley staring at me.

"Do you remember last night?" I whisper.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?" he whispers back.

"I don't think so, because I remember it."

"Did you-" I cut him off.

"I'm sorry Wesley. I-I didn't mean it. I don't even remember saying it. I'm really sorry."

"Me too." he whispers.