Until the World Stops Turning (A Baby Quintis FanFic)

Chapter 19: Not So Sweet Revenge (Part Two of Underestimated)

Happy: 33 Weeks

Toby's POV:

          Mark? Out of all of the rooms in this place, I get stuck with Mark Collins! He looks at me and smiles wickedly. My hands ball up into fists as I grit my teeth. I speak, "What are you doing here, Mark?" Anger boils inside of me. 

"I got into a little fight with a friend." Lies. All lies. I go to look at Lyka, but realize that she is not there. I close the door behind me before speaking again.

"We both know that you don't have any friends, Mark. After kidnapping me and almost killing me, everyone knows that you're a psycho." I spit.

"Yeah, whatever. At least my fiancé didn't leave me." He snarled. THAT WAS IT! I jump at Mark and attack him. 

"You don't even have a fiancé! No one will ever love you! You're an ass!" I shout. I start punching his face and he is defenseless. He tries to push me off, but I'm well-balanced and I have him cornered. I punch his face and keep doing so until both my hands and his face are covered in blood.  He is on the ground, his face bleeding from many different areas. He is still conscious, but I don't think that he will be up anytime soon.

          Remember how I said that I didn't think that Mark was going to be getting up anytime soon? Well, I sure hope that I was right because my fists are swollen. I'm surprised that the nurses haven't come in to check on us because we haven't been out of our room for at least three hours. Don't they notice that stuff? Whatever. I decide to go rest up while I can because if Mark is going to be my roommate, then I'm going to never be able to sleep safely. I start drifting off to sleep, and as I do, I suddenly think about Happy and what she would think of my current situation. 

          I wake up a few hours later and feel a sharp pain on the left side of my abdomen. It feels like I have been stabbed. 

"FRICKEN HELL!"I scream as I go to hold my side and I realize that my shirt is wet. I look at it and see blood seeping through the cotton shirt. Then, I look up and see Mark holding a steak knife that is covered in blood.

"Ouch!?" I shout and hold my side even tighter. My hands are covered in blood and so is my shirt. I take off my shirt and hold it against the wound. 

"Revenge is great isn't it? It's not so sweet when you are on the receiving end of it though, is it?" Mark whispers as he walks away. I clench my jaw and breathe heavily. I try to stand up and find a bandage for the fresh wound,  but I inhale sharply as the pain shoots through me. I keep going though. I shouldn't be losing this much blood...At this rate, I have way less than an hour left of consciousness or even life. Right when I start picking up the pace, I bump into a big, scary looking guy. He has a recently trimmed beard, a nose piercing, and tattoos all over his body. Woah. This guy is terrifying me. 

"Watch it!" the scary man decides to scare me even more and kicks me right on the wound. Then, everything goes black. 

          Happy's POV:

It's been seven hours and forty-three minutes since Toby has been taken away. I miss his presence. I whistle and call over Mocha, our new puppy. He runs over to me and hops onto the couch. I pet him and hold him close. At least Mocha is as comforting and as sweet as Toby. Too bad he isn't Toby. The phone then rings and I pick it up. 

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hello. This is Lyka. Are you Toby Curtis' fiancé? Happy Quinn?" Lyka asks with a shaky voice. 

"Yes, why?" I'm starting to get worried and she is definitely not helping.

"There's been an incident. Toby is in the hospital-" she goes to explain, but I hang up, get in the car, and drive to the hospital as fast as I can. 

Lyka's POV:

Oh god! How could I let this happen? I saw that the boys were getting along fine, so I left. I returned to their rooms a few hours later, but no one was there. I decided to walk around the dining area to see if I could find Toby and ask him how he feels. After a while, I walked down the halls and found Toby on the floor, knocked out cold, surrounded by a pool of blood. I called 911 and Toby was taken to the emergency room. I screwed up. Big time. I snap back to reality when I hear a nurse calling a name.

"Curtis?" A young woman, supposedly Happy, and I look up to see a blonde nurse waiting by the door. Happy has tears streaming down her face and I immediately feel guiltier. "Follow me please," the nurse says as she leads us down to Toby's room. Happy looks at me with a look of pure hatred, if looks could kill, I'd be dead. I don't blame her though. She has every right to be mad at me.

"Toby Curtis is in very critical condition right now. We have put him on life support, but that does not mean that he will wake up anytime soon. His brain has shown no signs of activity, which means that he could possibly be brain dead. If he doesn't wake up within sixty days, we will unfortunately have to pull the plug." The nurse stops talking and hands some papers to Happy. Happy takes the papers and cries even harder when she reads them. The papers are titled After Death Organ Donations. That really sucks. Having to sign papers that are asking for your fiancé's organs after their possible death. I truly feel sorry for the couple. I decide to leave the room because watching them is painful. I walk out of the room and give them some space. As soon as I leave, tears flow uncontrollably. My job is to make people better, not make them end up in the hospital...I am a failure. Thanks to me, there is a possibly brain dead man in the hospital with a soon-to-be family of three. Another part of my job that I totally failed today was knowing where my patients are. Speaking of which, where is Mark Collins? I haven't seen him ever since...Toby's incident.

          Mark's POV:

I'm so glad that my evil plan has worked. Tobias Merriweather Cutis will finally be dead and I will be free. Toby was emitted in the hospital an hour ago. And just in a few minutes, there will be a call for patients being released out of this place to go back home. Names start getting called over the speaker.

"George Hernandez, Phillip Drake, John Leonards, and Mark Collins...great job, guys. Enjoy your freedom!" I smile as I pack my things. Once, I finish, I leave the once full room and I don't look back. Now, all that I have to do is find the woman of my dreams...Happy freaking Quinn. Toby's fiancé will finally be mine! MUAHAHAHAHA!

                                  TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Next chapter: What is Mark's plan for Happy? Comment your thoughts about Mark's plan and don't forget to vote! 

-Rocky200212