21 : News

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Jerome's POV
"My phone's ringing. I'm going to pick it up outside okay?" I told Mitch and Preston as my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I hurriedly went outside, and picked it up, cupping my hands to my mouth so that I don't disturb the others.

"Hello?"

"Jerome," a choked voice rang in my ear. I recognised it as Vikk's mother.

"Mrs. Barn? Are you okay?" I asked. She sniffed, and the line went silent for a while. I could hear the scraping of a chair nearby.

"Jerome? Oh god, Jerome," she tried to say it out loud, but it only comes out as a whisper.

"What happened? Did Vikk and Lachlan arrive safely?" I asked, needing to know my friends' safety.

"That's the problem... they didn't," she said, and cried in the background, trying to make it less obvious.

"Vikk and Lachlan... they were in a car accident," she sobbed.

"Which hospital are they in now?"

"Not they. Vikk's in the hospital now, but Lachlan... oh god. Lachlan's... Lachlan didn't make it," she continued. Lachlan didn't make it? We lost him... oh my god. It's one month, we lost him. I choked back tears.

"Thanks Mrs. Barn, for telling me. I'll tell them the news." With that, she hung up. I stumbled into a nearby chair, and devastation overwhelmed me. I sat crying.

Lachlan... what happened? Lachlan was the strongest ones among us, why did he die? Vikk... how is he going to accept the fact that his husband is dead?

I felt a figure looming over me. I looked up, and I saw Mitch, standing there. He was looking at me, debating whether he should hug me or just give me a pat on my shoulder. At last, he settled on just sitting beside me. He waited for me to calm down, and decided to speak.

"You k?"

"Vikk... and Lachlan," I mumbled, still not getting over the fact that one of my friends is dead.

"What happened to them," he asked cautiously, his brown eyes staring at me intensely.

"Accident... Vikk's in the hospital... Lachlan's... gone," I cried. Mitch gave me an awkward hug, and released me almost immediately when we had contact.

"He's gone?" He asked, and I nodded. He buried himself in the warmth of his hoodie, and sobs wrecked his body.

"We have to tell this to Preston, you know," he said. I nodded quietly.

The serenity of the hospital didn't help as we walked into the ward with heavy footsteps.

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