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Chapter 19 its my fault

Chapter 19 it's my fault

(Lola's POV)

Right before we were about to walk in, I glance at the room number. Room b18. This is the same room I watched my dad die in. "No," I whisper backing away from the door. "Lola you ok?" Trevor asks. I slowly shake my head while stepping backwards. "Go ahead Lola, everything will be alright, trust me." Ellie grabs my hand and holds it tight just like when I saw my father.

We walk into the room together and I see Ricky laying their like a little damaged angel. "Ricky?" My voice cracks. His head turns to the right to face me, "hey Lola," he smiles. Tears start to roll down my cheeks as his warming smile touches me. I run over to him and get down on my knees at the side of the bed. "Your ok," "yeah just a couple scratches," he wipes away my tears from my cheek. I look at his forehead and see a few stitches right at the top of his forehead. He also has a huge scratch from the pavement across his cheek. "Where's Kian?" Sam asks.

(Kian's POV)

This is all my fault. I thought it would be funny backing out full speed to scare Ricky but the breaks wouldn't work.. I look at myself in the mirror and notice my eyes are red and puffy. "This is all your fault Kian." I tell myself. I punch the wall but that didn't really help, it just left my hand in pain.. "Kian? You in here?" The bathroom door creaks open and I see Connor standing there. "Kian?" "This is all my fault!" I yell at him. "Don't say that!" "It is my fault though," "Ricky is ok, come on, don't you wanna see your best friend?" He holds out his hand and I stare at it. "Okay," I grab his hand and he leads me to Ricky's room. "Oh hey Kian! Your back!" Trevor waves. "Ricky-" I ignore trevor and put all my focus on Ricky. "Hey kian," he lets out a weak smile. "I'm so sorry," I run over and rap my arms around him. "Umm it's fine really, I'm getting out if here tomorrow," he looks at my eyes and he notices that I've been crying, "don't cry," his eyes shimmer into mine.

After awhile it was time to leave because Ricky has just taken his medicine and that makes him sleepy. "Good night Ricky," I whisper.