Caught In The Act (LiL PEEP & BEXEY)

Chapter 34

"Your friend has slipped into a coma. We don't yet know when he will wake up...if he does." My breathing stopped. I could hear my pulse pounding like African drums in my ears. I gripped Gustav's hand tightly but his grasp was even more firm. We were cutting off circulation, the tips of our fingers were growing a shade of purple. Wicca palmed his face and stifled a large sob.

"I can't do this anymore." Rayn darted out of the room but didn't make it to the bathroom before throwing up in the hall. I could hear him heaving in physical and emotional pain. I have never wanted to take a break from this life more than how I feel about it now. The stress was grinding us down into the dirt. 

"Can we see him?" Wicca pleaded. 

"I don't think you want to." The images haunted my brain.

"We have him hooked up to a ventilator and IVs. He's getting a blood transfusion as we speak. Mr. Mejer lost a lot of blood. If you had found him five minutes after you originally did, Clea, he would have passed in your arms. He is our most severe case right now in the Intensive Care Unit." The news keeps getting worse and worse. I felt as if the oxygen in the air had turned to cotton balls. I needed to get up and leave this room as Rayn did but I couldn't muster the strength. My limbs were goopy jello.  After nobody reacted to the news in words, the doctor continued on with his own advice. "I believe all of you should go back to your homes and get some rest. It's going to be hard to sleep or eat but at least try to. A nurse will call you with any new information and contact you all when it's safe to come see him during visiting hours."

"We want to see him now." Gustav's voice cracked as he sat on the edge of his chair, bouncing his leg up and down uncontrollably out of pure anxiety. "What if he doesn't make it through the night?"

"Have faith in us, Mr. Ahr." That was all the Doctor said before standing, shaking each of our hands, and showing us out. I clutched onto Gus's arm, not wanting to let go. I had to hang on to something or else I'd pass out.

"I think he's right." My boyfriend spoke when we were entering back into the waiting room. "We need a break. There's nothing we can do about the situation now."

"Are you suggesting we go home without him?"

"Well, we can't take him back with us but we can't stay here for who knows how many days."

"We very well can."

"But there's no need to, Clea." The use of my name struck realization into me again.

"You're right. Round everyone up. It's going to be a dreary day." I hated having to call the shots and organize them too, but this was right for all of us. 

"He's in good care." Someone said. I just nodded, eyes on the white tile ground. 

It was a long hard walk to the car that seemed to stretch on forever. I didn't drive, Wicca wouldn't let me. Instead, Gus and I cradled each other in the back seat while Rayn stared hollowly and blankly into the sky from the clear window. He saw as far away from us as he possibly could, hugging the wall of the vehicle. He's going into isolation. This is going to create so many problems for Brooke and welcoming her and her child into our circle. Bexey's decision has changed everything and none of us will ever be the same. 

Life is suddenly harder than it has ever been in the past.

Gus's hand tightened in mine and a tear slid down my cheek. No music played from the speakers. Today is a gloomy, gloomy day. Trying to get my mind off of everything, I scrolled through Instagram. It was the same old shit that I don't exactly care for at this moment. 

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The rest of the day was agonizing as I swaddled up in the white bed sheets of Bexey's bed. I buried my makeup stained face in his pillow. It smelled like him, which only caused me to cry harder. I had told everyone to leave me alone and that I need my time. Rayn had done the same. I locked the door to my best friend's room so that I was alone. Everyone's worried about me. I had gotten concerned texts and calls from all of them. I ignored every one. I have been calm for some time now. I stopped trembling from pure shock but tears still welled up in my eyes. I need to get out of here though. The dried blood pool hasn't been mopped up from the carpet and the coppery scent still lingered in the air. His notebook and the razors he used were laced on the bedside nightstand. Little frills were caught in the sine of the notepad from where Skyler ripped out his suicide note to give to Rayn. I am too emotionally drained to worry about how she broke into our home. It doesn't matter anymore. Bex reached out to her, at least she had forgiven him prior to this and came to his rescue at the slimmest chance of danger - or so she perceived - because...what if I hadn't? 

At least she was a sort of back up. The only problem is that the doctor made it clear. His words echoed in my head, bouncing off the walls of my skull and vibrating through my soul. If you had found him five minutes after you originally did, Clea, he would have passed in your arms. The use of my first name always trips me up in certain dire situations. It strikes powerful emotions in me. It was what I needed although I already registered the severity of the situation. I needed a wake-up call from this fairy tale lifestyle. 

I shuttered at the possibility that the thought brings of losing Bexey. It could have happened, but God and the universe are on our sides. A faint knock came from the opposite side of the door that was being used as a barrier from reality in my opinion. "Clea?" It was impossible to differentiate who the muffled voice belongs to.

"Go away." I croaked with a sniffle and hoarse throat from screaming at Bex's seemingly lifeless corpse as he bled out beneath me. The rain was still pouring down in sheets outside. Thunder clapped, shaking the building and rattling the possessions on the shelves in his room, and lightning lit up the room from outside often.

"I'm worried about you, honey." I know now who it is. The name Avery-Grace dawned on me.

I had to let her in.

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I drew Brooke!!!!!