Lachlan's POV
I can't breathe. Everything around me seems like it's spinning and it's hard to focus.
Vikk is in the hospital room. After we got him out of the house, he started to stop breathing.
Turns out the pills he took had bad reactions if too many were taken. It messed with his breathing and heart rate.
The doctors are trying their best to pump his stomach and get them out of his system. Simon and Josh have shown up already in tears like everyone else.
His mum, brother, Simon, Josh and I have been sitting here for what seems like hours. I really hoped Vikk would be okay. I can't lose him.
I pace back and forth, waiting for the doctor to come back out. I couldn't hear the cries from the people around me, only the beeping of the monitors.
The door swings open as his doctor comes out. I stop in my tracks and go towards him.
"Is he okay? Is he alive?" I spit out.
"He is in stable condition as of now. His heart rate is good and blood pressure is stable." The doctor reads from his clipboard.
I exhale a breath i didn't know i had in.
"He's been put into a medically induced coma for now until we can get him back up to usual health." He states.
I ignore most of the other things he's said, anxious to get in to see him.
"Can i please go see him?" I mumble out, shaking slightly.
He was about to say something when he looked me in the eyes. "Yes, you can." He sighs, smile apparent on his face.
I swerve around him and enter the room to see Vikk's almost lifeless body on the hospital bed. I take a seat in the chair closest to his bed.
Simon and Josh come into the room, eyes as bloodshot as mine.
"Is...Is he okay?" Josh mumbles. I just stare at him, grabbing his cold hand softly.
It's like he's... dead but still here. His chest moves up and down slowly, breathing in and out.
Wires are hooked up to what seems like every part of his body. He had a tube going into his mouth, most likely down his throat to help breathing.
"It's gonna be okay, Lachlan. He's going to be okay." Simon frowns at me, rubbing my back.
Tears are rushing down my cheeks, i hate seeing him like this.
-Time Skip-
2 weeks. TWO weeks Vikk has been in coma.
I haven't left his side for long. I was forced to go home for a night or two to sleep because I didn't sleep most nights.
Doctors said that if he doesn't wake up soon, we'll have to pull life support. I sadly walk into the hospital again for the 15th time.
The front desk ladies already know who i am and who I'm here to see. I make my way to room 572, his room.
I enter his room, facing the window, setting down the pot of flowers.
"Hey beautiful." I hear a strained voice say. I turn around to see Vikk smiling at me, alive and awake.
"You're awake!?" I smile brightly, walking over to him. "Yes i am." He nods.
"Do the doctors know!??" I exclaim. "Yes they do, I wouldn't be able to talk if they didn't. Breathing tube, remember? Anyway, relax." He mumbles, obviously struggling to speak.
I try to relax, sitting down in the chair beside him. "Does you're family know? Have Josh and Simon come in? Any of the sidemen?" I ask, holding his hand.
"Lach, Shush. Too much." He mutters, breathing deeply. "Yeah sorry." I nod, calming down.
"The doctors said I can be let out in a few days. They're going to keep me in for therapy weekly." He explains with slight troubles.
"I'm really glad you're alive..." I mumble, frowning. "Hey hey, it's okay. I'm here and that's all that matters." He mumbles, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.
"I love you Vikk." I mumble through tears. He lifts his thumb to my cheek and whips away the tear falling down.
"I love you too, Lach." He smiles.
"Never do it again?" I say in question. "Never again." He agrees.
