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36. Viva La Vie Boheme

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September 29th, 
1:05 pm; Eastern Standard Time. 

Pov: Kellin.

I feel like I'm going to be sick. Not just because of the smell of hospitals is the most unsettling thing on the planet, but because of the fact no one knows if Vic is going to be okay. Doctors say, it was a heart failure, due to lack of food. And with the oppressive ticking noises cascading from the white clock on the wall, the time flies by. And with every single second, I feel more and more uneasy, nervous, and terrified at the possibility of what Vic's outcome will be.

Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes keep telling us, and themselves, to stay positive, to not think about the bad things that could happen, but how are we supposed to do that when the images before our eyes tell us exactly what's to come? 

In the insufferable waiting room, sits Jenna, leaning on Tay, both with equally dejected expressions covering their makeup-less faces. Tony, silently consoling Mike, who has his head in his hands and has not stopped shaking since I came here after hearing the news. Mr. Fuentes, who just placed a small kiss to the side of Mrs. Fuentes' forehead. Tears roll from her closed eyes, her lips are pouted down, and the way she clutches onto her husbands hand tells me she's thinking it's her only way of keeping calm. It's heartbreaking; to think how much distress this must be causing her, to know her baby is laying inside that dreadful hospital room, either dead or surely dying.

And then, there's me. Staring at the brightly painted white wall in front of me, with a poster stuck to the side that reads something along the lines of washing your hands to avoid infection, I can't really tell due to the blurriness covering my vision.

I know I've cried over Vic Fuentes before, but that was harmless crying, crying over the fact he simply wasn't interested in me anymore. But this, well this was different. At least when I was crying before, I didn't have to worry about the fact I may never see Vic again. My only worries were whether or not I would still have a chance with him, not whether or not he was going to live.

The anxiousness is eating me up inside, I need to know how he's going. I need the relief of the doctor approaching us and telling us good news. Good news; that's all I'm hoping for, but the little monster laying inside my gut keeps telling me good news is an unlikely happening, but I keep up my desperate attempts to push him away because that is a thought which will surely make me brake down, right here, in the waiting room.

I feel like such a downright bonehead, I should have known this was going to happen, I shouldn't have let Vic push me away. Anyone in the halls of Mission Bay could tell how skinny and tired the small Hispanic boy was gradually becoming, and that is why a lot of the students began to stop picking on him and instead ask his younger brother if he was okay. They felt concerned, and possibly a little guilty, too, I guess. But I should have been there, I should have used my confidence to Vic's advantage and helped him through what ever it was he was going through, but every time he told me to leave him alone, I respected his wishes, because I just wanted him to be happy. But, clearly, he wasn't. On the inside, behind his discourteous attitude, he was nothing but a suffering, almost-broken little boy, and realizing that kills me inside.