Issac walked in with smoothie in his right hand, and his left hand bound to another male's. He had just been dispatched from the hospital, and with his luck, just as he was let go, someone summoned him to another one. This time, for a girl he once loved, a girl he once dreamt a future for. That same girl basically clinging onto dear life, and scratching at her bruised throat, and bleak vocal chords.
His boyfriend, Kadence Goliath, grew queasy once they tripped through the familiar double doors, and decided to loiter around the lobby room and wait for Isaac to be done. He was appointed to conversations with, "Dr. McAndrew", and if his rapid sweat, watery eyes, and goosebumps, didn't give away his anxious behavior, he didn't know what else did. It's been so long since he's seen Lillian in person, let alone talk about the incident she had, which even brought more of a crushing guilt onto his heart.
For every little bad thing that could happen, for every scream of agony, and heartbreaking tragedy, that continues to happen—again—and again—and again. Isaac felt responsible. He felt like the natural antagonist for everyone's story. And it killed him inside to think he could be so cold blooded, to look over her suicide attempt as nothing.
With no more time left to think, he approached the Dr, wind twirling from between his lips. "Dr. McAndrew? You wanted to see me?"
The man turned around looking at the younger males. "Ah, yes, Isaac. Just who I wanted to see." Doctor McAndrew grabbed Lillian's file. "Follow me." He led the boys to a small room across from Lillian's room. It looked more like a small conference room, but more unprofessional. "Take a seat." After everyone took a seat Doctor McAndrew pulled out a paper. "You are, the only person for emergency contact on her medical forms. We were unable to contact Lillian's sister at this time, so our best option was you." He grabbed a pen from his scrubs and handed it to Isaac. "Lillian's health has been fluxuating quite often, and if it goes downhill- Well, you know where that leads. But if she recovers, we have a bed in another hospital to help her with her issues. She would be staying there full time for 6 months to a year depending on her mental health. This paper is a contract, stating that you understand this and are willing to take the steps necessary to help her recover or help with funeral arrangements." He explained looking at the younger boy to make sure he understood.
Isaac's throat looked swollen. His voice immediately died out, while he squirmed uncomfortably in the seat he was crammed into. Tears dropped like rain from his eyelids, Isaac trying his best to come to terms with the responsibility baring down on him. "That's not my job anymore." He croaked, swiping his nose with his thumb to haunt the sniffling. His heart beat twice, skipped one, and beat 10 more. The boiling of his blood sky rocketed, he felt the heavy feeling that love gave him all over again. He tried to act like he didn't care about anything, he tried to act like he was fine. But his wrists vibrates, and sweat drenched his forehead. It was so hard for him to say no, but he knew for his own mental health, it had to be that way.
"Look, I'm so, so, sorry. I love Lillian but—"
"I'll do it."
The attention u-turned to a recipient masked with blonde and brown steaks in her hair, delicate eyelashes, and a brown sweater vest. She didn't look too damaged, but you could tell she was a patient at the hospital do to the diced paper roll slapped around her wrist. She had been listening to the conversation the entire time, and no one noticed her peep.
Isaac begged the question, "Who are you?"
"Did you just say you love her?" The girl shook her head, dismally unresponsive. "What a load of bullshit. You know, if you loved her, you'd at least give her a proper funeral..." her voice got louder the closer she got to Isaac's face, penetrating his own guilty spacious. "You know no one else would do it, so you'd rather have her body burned or tossed in the ocean somewhere. So you can just forget about it and play husband and husband with your snowflake pussy boy in the lobby room."
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Moonlight High: Generation Z
Novela Juvenil(The second series within the Moonlight Franchise) A savvy and technical look inside the minds of the students at Moonlight High growing up in generation Z.
