The Mafia King's Possession

3. How Fucked Up My Life is

The ambulance still hadn't arrived. I Let myself calm down for a minute or two. Lucas wasn't looking any better, he was grunting in pain. I just lay there beside him trying to keep his eyes open. He needed to stay conscious. I stood up and took a deep breath before going to look for Ethan. I walked around in the hallways. Even his phone was unreachable. I was sure that he hadn't flew off without me. He was definitely looking for help or something. I rushed down to the entrance as I heard some sirens. An ambulance drifted right in front of me and the doctors stepped out of the van. I lead the way to where Lucas was and they took him back to the ambulance with a stretcher.

As I was pulling my car out of the parking lot I got a call from Ethan. He told me how his phone's battery died and now he was on his way to the hospital. I found Ethan sitting on the floor when I reached the room where Lucas's operation was going on.

"Hey" I said to him as I sat down beside him.
He nodded to approve my presence and didn't say anything. I knew he was in deep thought or just too tired to talk about anything.

"How's he doing?" I asked him with a hope that the situation wasn't that serious.

"The doctors are saying that he has a concussion and he has bled a lot. They've tracked down his relatives for blood though."

I noticed the tiredness behind his voice. I intertwined our fingers and lay my head on his shoulders.
"He's going to be alright Ethan", I promised him.
A few moments later he pulled away his hand slowly. His head hung low and I could feel his body trembling. For the first time in so many years he was crying in front of me. Usually he was the one who put up that mature act and calmed me down whenever something went wrong. It was hard for me to watch him breakdown like this.

I cupped his cheeks with both of my hands and made him look at me.
"It's going to be alright. He'll be fine Ethan. You know how strong he is. He's gonna fight for us. Nothing will happen to him. Okay?" I tried to be as assuring as possible.

He shook his head and gently pushed away my hands.
"No. No, it's not going to be okay. How could I even let anything like this happen? Those guys were beating the shit Outta him and I let you interfere in between. How is that okay??"

I couldn't understand what he was worried about more, Me interfering or Lucas getting hurt. I watched him as a single tear rolled down to his cheek. He sure was upset but I was more confused than worried at that moment.

"Hey, even if you tried you couldn't have stopped them. We arrived late. It's not your fault. What's done is done. We have to focus on what we can do now".
I put my hand on his shoulder to relax him a bit but he stood up instantly.
"Don't you get it ? It's you that I'm worried about". He said , his voice a little louder than before.

"What's the big deal? Yeah I tried to stop them, so what? Atleast I stood up for something unlike you". I was getting annoyed by his change of tone and the way he was making such a big deal out of this.

"What's the big deal? The big deal is that everything Is a fuckin joke to you Allison. Can you please grow up for once and act like an adult. You think this world is such a happy and peaceful place when it's not.
Why do you have to be so naive all the bloody time? Do you even know who those guys were? Ofcourse not , you just had to make a scene and get their attention to prove that you can stand up for something." He yelled. His breathing quite uneven because of all this ranting.

"You did not just say that to me". It came out barely as a whisper. I didn't yell back. I just couldn't, everything that he said to me was hurting a lot more than it should've. I knew he was probably pissed or worried because of Lucas.

We stay there for a moment. Silence filling our surroundings. I was waiting for him to yell more at me and get his frustration out. Instead he took a step forward and cupped my cheek.

"What if something happened to you?" He spoke in a crooked voice. His words held such pain and worry in them that it became so hard for me not to cry. His face had a certain guilt as if everything that happened was his fault.

"I trust you. You wouldn't let anything happen to me. " I gave him my most promising smile.

"But I was the one who let you go. I could've stopped you" he argued back and looked away to the ground. His voice was calm yet filled with guilt or something more like remorse.

I wanted to tell him that I was the one who didn't listen to him. I wanted to assure him that nothing was his fault. He tried his best to stop me. But I couldn't find the words. Even if I tried to assure him I knew he would somehow find a way to make it his fault again. So I just stay put , sat on a nearby chair and tried to change the subject.

"Ethan, who were those guys anyway?" It was a genuine question. I needed to know what about them was making him so worried. I didn't miss how he suddenly shifted in his spot uncomfortably at the mention of their name. He was trying to think of an answer.

"No one. Just promise me you won't get in trouble with them again. Please". He sounded so desperate like me promising him would save his life. I had to let him know that he doesn't have anything to worry about. So I just sticked to the right words.

"I promise Ethan. No more messing around like that". His smile after I said this was literally everything to me. No kidding, that smile could've saved lives. I was so blessed to have him beside me at that moment. I knew nothing would go wrong as long as he was with me.

Our little moment was cut off as the doctor came to give us some news.
Ethan was the first to ask him about Lucas.

"He's alright now. He just needs a little rest. We're going to run some tests for any internal injuries. He's concious right now. You guys can meet him for 5 minutes." The doctor smiled and went away. We decided to go in Lucas's room to check up on him.

As we went in I saw Lucas laying on the bed. He noticed us and shifted his pillow to be in an upright position. I went to help him and Ethan grabbed a chair for himself. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for someone to break the silence. It actually was starting to become awkward. Finally Ethan spoke up.

"How're you feeling man?"

"What do you think I feel like? I've got a broken arm and my head hurts like shit." He said while laughing. He touched his jaw and I realised it hurt from laughing. I couldn't help but wonder how badly they had beaten him up.

"I'm glad you're okay". Ethan looked so relieved while saying this.

"Yeah me too" Lucas whispered mostly to himself but I caught that.

I cleared my throat and requested Ethan to bring me a glass of water. As soon as he was out of that room I took the chance to ask Lucas about that morning.

" Hey Lucas, please be honest right now. What happened today that got you in this situation" I asked him motioning to his body.

"Ugh. Nothing too serious. It was my bad actually." He said with a nervous laugh.
I knew he wasn't being completely honest so I gave him the knowing look.

"Fine. Here's what happened. I was walking and then a guy accidentally knocked down a few books as our arms collided. It wasn't even a busy corridor actually. He told me to watch where I was going. And I just told him that it wasn't my mistake and that he came in my way all of a sudden. And that's where the shit went down. He got pissed and the rest you know. " He said with an exasperated sigh.

"Who was this guy?" I asked him in a low voice. I kind of knew the answer but I didn't want to hear it from somebody else. For the first time in my life I didn't want to be right. I wanted him to say that it was one of the guys who were beating him. All I could think about was how messed up a person had to be to harm someone for a petty reason like this. All Lucas did was stand up for himself and now he was in such a condition. Before I could go deeper into the topic Lucas answered to me.

"The guy you were talking to". He avoided any eye contact and right from that moment there were only two things that I could think about, two questions to be precise.
First , who that guy was and second, how fucked up my life was.