Circled by The Wolves [Brustoff]

Chapter 45

Cameron P.O.V

This situation was so weird and new to us all that my coping mechanism was going to shit, let alone the guys'. Ben was totally freaking out to the point the actually had to give him a sedative.

Sam was practically dying of guilt and James was in the room with Ben as he was supposed to wake up soon.

I couldn't blame any of them though. Denis was shot and although the bullet missed his heart his state was beyond critical. The only reason why U was still was because no one else was and someone had to be. When we got to the hospital Denis wasn't even breathing and when the doctors took him in they announced that there's gonna be an emergency surgery which could be the only way to save him. Ben, of course, heard it as 'there's little to no chance of saving him'.

Although I could understand him on so many levels, someone had to stay positive.

So that's what I did as all that was left was wait. The surgery was over hours ago though, but they still didn't let us see him which pushed Ben even more over the edge. That was the point where they gave him the sedative. The nurses dragged him into a to as he fell into unconsciousness and James went with them. We all agreed it's for the best. I understand his reaction, but freaking out wasn't going to help Denis. 

He was strong, he's been through so much and he's made it out. He'll stay alive, he has to.

I sighed hearing my own deep breaths in an empty corridor. 

Sam went put to catch some air as he couldn't handle the guilt of acting the way he did when Denis disappeared and not being able to make it up to him now. Or ever.

Or ever. 

That was bothering us all. As much as I tried to think like this is all temporary, like he's gonna wake up, the possibility of him never waking up was there. And that was killing all of us.

I shook my head taking another deep breath again. 

He's gonna wake up, he has to, I told myself again.

I was sitting right next to the door behind which he was. The door were locked, but I could see him through the huge window behind me. He looked so peaceful it was scary. He was attached to several machines including a mask for air over his face and infusion. A squeaky beep sound echoed from his room in the rhythm of his weak heartbeat. Although his heartbeat was still weak, it was stronger than an hour ago. At least he was still alive. At least he's still fighting. 

"Please don't give up." I whispered praying to anything that has any kind of power to pass him my pleas as I got to my feet and with a one last glance towards Denis walked down the hallway towards the room Ben was put in.

When I got there Ben was awake, but still laying in his bed and James was sitting on a sofa next to a wall.  

They both looked sad, stressed, scared, confused... There was so much emotions mixing in their eyes that I couldn't even detect them all.

"He's still not awake, but his heartbeat is getting stronger." I said hearing the sorrow in my own voice, but still wanting to sound encouraging. 

"Did they let you see him?" Ben questioned. His tone was numb, but snappy. Perhaps they gave him more than just a sedative.

"No. They said it's still too risky and that we should let him rest." I announced bitterly. 

"Thought so." Was all that Ben said before uncomfortable silence crumble upon us.

I sat next to James without a word not wanting to trigger any kind of unwanted reaction from either one of them. 

Ben eventually started silently crying, but neither James or I did anything to try and stop him. We kinda knew that anything we could say won't make things better for him, if anything it would only make it even worse. James and I both felt his pain, Sam did too. Denis meant a lot to all of us and although I still had unsorted feelings for him that could easily be compared to Ben's, I knew he dealt with the thought of losing someone he loved a lot worse than I did.