Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 52

Song: Way Down We Go
Artist: Kaleo

Y'all going to see who Marilyn's stepbrother is. Not now but later. And her dad too.

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Louis' POV

Walking in the corridor of the hospital I spot an elder man and a boy my age maybe older that seem to be in some kind of argument. I couldn't really hear what they were talking about but it looked serious. I shook my head.

I got to Marilyn's room not long after and saw Marcel sat down on a chair next to her bed. It was very depressing seeing him like this because it's all he does ever since the incident. He wouldn't let go of Marilyn's body from the moment she was shot. Now he's just here gloomy his days with a little starvation on the side. I'd bring along donuts or just any fast food incase he changed his mind but even when he eats - it's hardly enough of what he swallows. He's completely not okay and hell who isn't? Anyone who loves and cares for Marilyn would know how much it pains them to see her like this. Including me.

"Hey, any updates?" I ask him finding another chair to sit next to him. This time I brought coffee and he thankfully takes one.

"She's been losing a lot of blood" he says wearily.

"Isn't she on blood transfusion?"

"Yeah but..." he gasps like his throat hitches to the point where he loses breath.

"Hey, Marcel she's going to be fine okay? Don't worry" I assured him patting the right side of his shoulder.

"Yeah" with a deep breath he looks over at me with a sly smile until he goes back to watching Marilyn.

The almost drained colored skin girl who laid meters away is a girl who's a fighter. So I know she will wake up and when she does I'm going to give her the biggest, most painful, but loving hug in the whole wide world because she'll be awake. Back at it again with those crystal blue eyes and courageous smile that melts Marcel's heart. Then I'll take her to her favorite ice cream shop because boy, doesn't she like the chocolate chip kind. I'll buy as many as she wants because she deserves it. She deserves everything after what she's been through from her heroic acts and the way she loved.

My little sister deserves a medal.

I couldn't help but feel skeptical about that night. Marilyn had been beaten by Alfie physically from her eye and stitched up slash on her forehead. I felt like I dreamt it or I-I was told this. Liam! Of course he was the one who had this dream. Well, now that I think about it...it's more like a premonition. Liam did not just predict this happening, had he? That's bloody insane. Since when can he pull off a Final Destination and why now? I would need more answers.

Last time I hung out with him was about a week ago. Man, how did I ever become friends with Jennifer Love Hewitt and a fortune teller? My life to this day will never make sense but on the other hand I'm happy they were in my lives. Nonetheless I'm happy I got out of a real bad friendship with Zayno.

"Did you hear that Marilyn's father is in town?" Marcel snaps me out of my thoughts when I almost began to drift off to an unknown world.

"Uh what, Marilyn's dad?" Contended to know I listen and he nods.

"Yup he's been in and out the hospital this morning. I don't know if you've seen him but he's tall, buzzcut brownish hair... I even think he brought his son or step-son, I don't know but he's here. And Ms. Almond doesn't seem to like the idea very much" he shrugs and it clicks.