Troubled

Something Was Wrong

Authors note: Ok, so this is a fairly short and sad chapter but I promise chapter 3 will be longer and much more light-hearted.

Me and Alex sat in silence. We didn't check the time once, so who knows how long we'd been sitting waiting for news on Olivia. We didn't care though.

What seemed like a lifetime later, a doctor came through the doors. He seemed almost shocked, like he didn't expect anyone to be around. 

"Oh, hello there" He said.

I could just tell something was wrong. 

"Are you here for Olivia Westwood?" The doctor asked. 

"Yes" I replied the second he'd finished his sentence. By now, both me and Alex were standing. Waiting in hope that we could see our best friend.  

"Maybe, you'd like to sit down." He said.

'No, this can not be happening' I thought to myself. You only ever get told to sit down when you're being told something that's going to make you collapse or something.

We both ignored the doctors suggestion, we just wanted him to hurry up and tell us. As soon as he began to explain, I wished he would just stop talking. I just wanted to block out his words. What he said replayed in my head over and over and over again. It was torturous.

"I'm sorry to inform you that Olivia passed away at 11:47pm this evening. My deepest apologies" He told us.

I turned to look at Alex, he had both hands on his head and tears streaming down his cheeks. I felt numb as the words continued to replay in my head, like a vicious cycle. Suddenly my legs were unable to hold my weight and I fell to the floor, hitting my head with a loud thud.

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I woke up in a hospital gown, in a hospital bed. A large bandage was wrapped around my head and it felt as though I'd been hit over with a hammer, the pain was excruciating as I tried to sit up, but I managed. I looked over at Alex who was sat in a chair next to my bed, just staring at the wall. He seemed oblivious to everything around him.

"They said you have a concussion, it's bad, but you're going to be ok" He seemed to tell no one in particular. He just continued to stare at the wall on the opposite side of the room.

Before I even had a chance to respond, he spoke again, but this time, it was directed at me. He looked at me, his brown eyes looked full of concern and sadness.

"Tammy, when they bought you in here..." His breath caught in the back of his throat.

His brown eyes sparkled with tears. He tried to explain.

"No don't Alex! You don't have to explain, I'm fine now, it's ok, trust me" I was crying too now, I'd never seen him this upset.

I moved over and he came and sat next to me on the bed. All I did was look at him, and the tears came faster. I sobbed into his shoulder as he held my hand and told me everything would be ok.

It was times like this when I praised god that I had someone like Alex. I don't know what I'd do without him. We sat together, not saying a word to each other, this had really hit us hard.

The pain had cracked us both.