Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

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There was only one hospital within reasonable driving range, and that was the Huntington Memorial Hospital.

I jogged upstairs to get my keys and prayed that another Team Crafted member wouldn't show up.

I grabbed my keys, a bottle of water, and a bag of potato chips in case I was stuck waiting in the waiting room.

I peeked out of my room to check and see if I could find any uninvited Team Crafted member. So far, no.

I tip-toed down the stairs and saw nobody.

"Thank God," I murmured aloud.

I hopped in my car and arrived at the hospital in only a matter of 10 minutes.

I walked to the front desk. "I'm here to see Mitchell Hughes?"

"Name?" The receptionist asked.

"Brooklynn Henderson."

"Age?"

"Twenty."

"Relationship to Mr. Hughes?"

"Uhm..." I stuttered. "Ex girlfriend but still friends?" That was a lie. He hated my guts.

The lady sighed. "Mr. Hughes will be undergoing opperation in an hour. He is currently asleep and unresponsive to any medications we have given him to sleep."

"Listen, can I see him or not?" I was fed up with all this un-needed explanations. "Because if not I can save time and just go home to do something productive,"

I almost laughed at myself. Yeah, like I was going to do something productive.

"Of course ma'am," She waved over another doctor. They exchanged words.

"Room 152, floor 3,"

"Thank you." My thank was insincere and rude. But did I give a crap? Nope.

I got into the third elavator. The doors opened, revealing Ian, Quentin, and Adam.

I was now on the third floor, staring face-to-face with the three Team Crafted members.

"Don't do this to me," I cried. "I just want to see Mitch!"

Ian looked down at his feet, Quention looked straight past me, and Adam looked me dead in the eyes. "He's dead,"

"What? No! the receptionist just told me he had an operation in an hour!"

"She must not have gotten the word yet," Ian choked out.

"No! I have to see him! Trust me, he's not gone!" People were staring at me. I was sobbing and running, the guys chasing me.

"Brooklynn he's gone!" Quentin shouted.

When I reached his room, a doctor stopped me. "I'm sorry ma'am, Mitchell has passed away. We are not accepting visitors right now."

"No! Why couldn't you have saved him?!" I screeched.

"We tried, ma'am!"

"You didn't try hard enough!"

"This happens every day, ma'am--"

"My name is Brooklynn Henderson! Stop calling me ma'am!"

"Well, as I was saying, Ms. Henderson..."

"Brooklynn," I growled. "Just Brooklynn."

"Brooklynn, as I was saying, this happens every day. You'll eventually move on."

"Is there still time to save him?" I felt weak. My voice was high and quiet.

"I'm afraid not, ma'am... Er, Brooklynn."

"But there has to be." I figeted with my hands.

I was getting dizzy, everything was getting darker. It was spinning in circles, I couldn't hold my balance. I toppled down onto the floor.

"Are you okay, Brooke?" Adam reached down to help me up. I took his hand.

"There is nothing we can do, we tried," The doctor was being stubborn.

I fell again as soon as Adam let go of my hand.

"Don't worry, we'll get her out," Adam told the doctor. He picked me up bridal style and carried me back to the elavator.

Adam set me in the back seat of his car and took my purse. He handed it to Ian.

"Can you get her keys and drive her car back to the house? We can't leave it here,"

"Sure thing, buddy," Ian replied softly and took the bag as he walked away.

~Adam's POV~

I strapped Brooklynn into the back seat of the car. Quentin sat next to me in the passengers seat.

Brooklynn sat in the back sobbing.

I felt bad for her. She had lost Mitch.

Even though she said she hated him, I think that was changing.

She started murmuring things I couldn't understand.

"He didn't care, they wanted me dead, he didn't know,"

I looked behind me and saw that she was laying down curled in a ball.

"What?" I asked. She wasn't making any sense.

"What, what, what, what. That's what I wanna now, what Mitch?"

"What Mitch? No you're dead. What? Go away. At least you care," she continued.

"This was intended. They all say they care, guess who does? Guess who, Mitch?"

"Brooklynn stop it! Mitch isn't here!"

It was like she didn't even hear me. She was off somewhere else.

"What Mitch! What do you want! You're dead, I'm coming. I'll be there soon enough,"

Then she broke down in tears.