You're My Medicine ~Aarmau AU~ UNDER EDITING

~Understanding~

Third Person's POV

*Play Song*

"Wait, Katelyn, what happened to Aphmau!?" Aaron exclaims, fear flooding his heart at Katelyn's accusation. 

"Aaron. You can drop the damn act already! We know what you have done, and honestly—I wouldn't think you would do something like this." Katelyn retorts, her voice hoarse and eyes bloodshot from crying.

"Katelyn, please—tell me what's going on. I was out of town on a fUc king consult!"

"Wait, what?" Her tone lowering, still busily sniffing away.

Aaron takes a shallow breath, as calm as he could be while still being handcuffed and manhandled by two officers. "I wasn't here today. I was out of town giving a neuro consult, just call them, they'll tell you. Now, you tell me—exactly what happened." 

"But I saw...you were—" Katelyn stutters, but is cut off by two police officers dragging a handcuffed Gene along with them, dried ominous blood splattered all over the upper half of his body. He resembled something straight out of a horror film. 

"Ms. Firefist, we found the real culprit—this man framed Mr. Lycan by using a CIA undercover mask which replicated Mr. Lycan's face and voice, you can let him go." One of the police officers escorting Gene explains. 

The officers uncuff Aaron quickly, briefly apologizing.

Once free, Aaron immediately turns to Katelyn—confusion, worry, and a whole fashion of feelings running through his mind.

"Katelyn, please tell me—what happened to Aphmau?"

Katelyn whimpers, sniffling. Her bottom lip trembling so much it made it extremely difficult for her to articulate words. 

Gene then suddenly yells from the end of the hall as he is being hauled away by the officers.

"She's dead, dude! You killed her!"

Aaron eyes widen largely at Gene's final words before he is hauled out of sight.

Aaron stumbles into the wall at the news, the tears not gathering because he was too in shock, brain and heart attacking him from the inside. 

She's...gone?

Her bright, beautiful smile...

Was it now frozen in time?

Never to be seen again?

Katelyn rushes over to him as he began to decline, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Aaron—Aaron, she's not dead okay? She's in surgery...she's gonna be fine." She informs him, her face not so convincing.

"What did I do, Katelyn? Did I hurt her?" Aaron inquires, small groups of tears traveling down his cheeks in fear.

"No, but in her mind, you did..."

"What? Katelyn, I'm so confused, please just tell me—what happened?"

"...Come with me."

Katelyn leads Aaron down the hall, entering the surgery corridor to at the door of O.R. 1, peering in through the small window, then immediately turning away, as if she couldn't bear to see the room's content.

"She's in this room...you can look."

Aaron inches closer to take a look for himself, expecting to see her doing the surgery, but instead...finds her open on the table—many surgeons he knew and worked with, working hastily away at her.