I open my dreary eyes to a ceiling rushing by. The beams of white moving by like the yellow lines on the highway. I can faintly hear a familiar voice. "Hurry! Someone save him! He's all I got! ...... He's all I got." The voice fades as I go through some doors and into a big, white room full of people in blue. They put the mask over my face and I'm gone again. Sent to the black fortress of my subconscious. I had nothing else to do but hope to God I wasn't dead.
Faintly, I pick up the pieces and slowly open my eyes. "Where am I?" I think while slowly sitting up in the springy bed. I turn my head and see a clock. "3:12 AM." Then I turn the other way to see a sleeping, black haired boy. As I'm still trying to figure things out, I get up. Not too long goes by before I'm down again. I felt weak and a hot rush moved towards my head. I am caught blinded by the same white that I saw before I left the last time. I feel hands grab me and people saying "Hook him back up to his IV. We can't lose him!" The black haired boy was awakened by the noise and instantly starts sobbing. "Vic! Oh doctor, please save him! I need him! Oh Vic!" All I see is his face in his hands and the last thing I heard was him sobbing out the words, "I'm sorry."
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What if I Can't Forget You? (A Vic Fuentes and Kellin Quinn story.)
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