Lachlan's POV
I wash my hands in my kitchen skin as my phone starts to buzz loudly on the kitchen table. I dry my hands off and jog to my phone.
I see Vikk's name, knowing that he usually calls me but just not this late at night. I pick it up, "Hello?" I ask.
A small breathy voice answers, "Lachlan" I was scared, he sounded so hurt. "Vikk? Where are you? Whats wrong??" I ask.
He sounded like he got the wind knocked out of him and really badly hurt. "D-da-dad" He stuttered, coughing. My jaw fell open in shock, he was for sure in big trouble.
"Vikk baby, where are you??" I asked, throwing on my shoes and a coat. "Pa-park" He mumbled very very quietly.
"Which one?" I asked, grabbing my keys and getting into my car. "I-i d-d-don't K-" He breathed heavily.
"Lay on the grass love, just breathe in and out slowly." I say, walking out the door and speed walking to the park near his house.
A few jogs later I arrive at the park which i think Vikk is in.
"Vikk love, do you see someone? At the front of the park?" I ask. I hear a little groan from the phone, then followed by a small yes. You could tell he was in pain, but is still breathing.
"Vikk baby, that's me okay? See me jumping?"I ask, starting to jump up and down, walking closer into the park. "Y-yeah" a super small breathy word came out.
"Good boy,I'm right here. Where are you?" I asked. "Climber" He mumbled. I run to the red climber in the far left corner to see a limp body laying in the grass.
"Vikk?" I call out. The body shifts ever so slowly so i knew it was him. I kneel down beside him, holding his face softly.
"Where does it hurt love?" I ask, wiping the blood off his cheek and lip. He points to his stomach, knee and wrist. I hold him softly and kiss his forehead.
"I'm gonna call Josh to come get you and I. Can you walk?" I ask. Even if he wasn't able to walk, if he can stand that more then okay.
He takes a deep breath, as deep as he can, and tries to move. He lets out a cry of pain, followed by his body going limp.
"Oh god, i think we should go to the hospital" I sigh, calling 911. He lies almost lifeless on the ground and only takes very shallow breaths.
I almost shake because of how nervous I am, for him of course.
-Time skip-
Beep.
Beep.
Beep. The heart monitor in the hospital room beeps slowly.
Vikk lies softly in his bed, barely conscious. He was breathing, yet not awake just yet. I hold his cold hand in mine.
There was little chance he would wake up soon, so i stay sitting next to him all day long for days on end. There was no longer anything they could do to fix him, at least totally.
His physical body will heal, but for sure not him himself. His eyes flutter open, after his two day long sleep.
"Hey love" I smile, squeezing his hand. "H-hi" He says in a small scared tone. "You're gonna be okay Vikky." I smile.
He looks down at everything hes either hooked up to or has applied to his bodily wounds.
He has a cast on his wrist and knee and his stomach is patched up with bandages, along with some stitches on his cheek and some on his lip.
"W-why do i have so much on me?" He asked. "Your wrist was broken in a few places along with a broken and dislocated knee." I say and he looks down at them.
"Then you had bad internal bruising on your chest and ribs." I pulled up his shirt a bit to show him.
"Then your lip and cheek are stitched up because they were badly cut."I sigh.
"Lachy" He says. "Yes lovely?" I question. "C-could you um sign my casts?" He asks shyly
"Awwh Vikky of course i can." I smile at the cute boy in front of me.
"It's gonna get better soon Vikk, i promise you." I smile at him.
It was already non verbally decided that hes coming to live with me now.
Gosh i love him.
