The Boy With Green Eyes

Chapter 35: So Close

Yes it's been a while yet again. Uni really has lots of work associated with it, which is a massive bummer, plus I have a social life outside of writing haha. But here's the next chapter. No cliffhanger, but it's kinda sad ish. I felt sad writing it. 

Also it's kinda short, but again, that's because I don't have a million hours to spend on writing! 

Enjoy 

PS link to the side is the song the chapter is named after and I think it fits the mood perfectly at the end

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"Ames, him and I were hanging out earlier while you were chatting with Jude and whatever, and then out of no where, an insane headache hits him and he's on the ground in agony seizing, then the weather went real weird, like rainy and shit, and so Ames drove him to hospital and he's in the Emergency department at the moment and you need to come now, I don't know what's going on, but I'm freaking the fuck out."

Oliver was hurt? The ghost world wanted me to get a move on. I only had a couple weeks left. That had to be the only explanation. Tom was panting with the effort of his explanation, pale and shaky. This was his best friend we were talking about here. Sure, Ames and I were a replacement of sorts, but there was no way to replace a guy's friendship with another guy. They were like, bros, homies. Or whatever other stupid name boys liked to call each other. But I could see in Tom's face that he couldn't lose Oliver again. He wasn't ready for that. Not after just getting him back.

Nodding, I grabbed my keys and asked Tom to get in my car; he was in no shape to be driving. My heart was squeezing in my chest at the thought of Oliver hurt. It was all my fault. The ghosts had chosen me and I wasn't able to end this quick enough. I wasn't good enough for the green eyed boy. He deserved better. Maybe I should let Jude hang around and we could have some sort of twisted relationship again?

No, then Oliver would stay hurt and history would repeat itself. Whatever that meant. Trying to still my hand  and put the keys in ignition, I took a deep breath and exhaled quietly, knowing Oliver needed me. Finally turning the car on, I backed out of the drive and sped to the hospital. Yeah, I was speeding, like five kilometres over the limit. Such a rebel right here. Pulling into the grounds and swiftly finding a park (which was a miracle in itself), we exited the car, Tom dragging me by my wrist into the emergency department out front. I had to take double the number of steps just to keep from face planting into the concrete. It really wasn't an easy task. I almost forgot the reason why we were here as Tom rushed ahead, his blonde hair flopping around in the wind.

Sliding between the automatic, glass entry, Tom was looking even more frazzled. I had to grab his hands and force him to look at me, instructing him to take long, deep breaths as he focused on my face. The worry was still evident behind his eyes and his mouth remained tight. Eventually, his breathing slowed and he nodded at me, more rational in his thinking than before. I was trying to stay calm for his sake, but I think everyone knew I had feelings for the boy lying somewhere in this hospital. My own worry twisted in my gut, causing a tightness to burn in my throat. Tom stalked over to the reception desk and pounded his fist on the top, gaining the attention of the startled nurses nearby.

"Where is Oliver Fern?" I questioned, considerably calmer than Tom was acting.

One of the ladies in turquoise scrubs clicked at the computer a few times before directing us to the third bay along where the curtain was drawn. We rushed over, Tom yanking the curtain aside with a screech. I held my breath as I saw Oliver hooked up to a bunch of different monitors. Biting my lip, I took in his appearance. His skin was unusually pale, lips fading in colour, eyes hidden from view. Ames was standing beside the bed with worry creasing her brow. Her and Oliver hadn't grown particularly close in the past weeks, but she still cared for his wellbeing, that much was obvious. Her head snapped up at our arrival and she walked around to envelop me in a hug.