The Runaway 2 - N.H.

[27] Everything

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Louis' POV

"Louis!" I hear Lottie's little voice yell.

"Lottie, oh god." I give her a hug and lead her and mum into Braeden's room. "She's still sedated but she should wake up soon." Luke is sitting in the corner and he hasn't taken his eyes off of Braeden since he sat down.

Mum let's out a deep sigh and shakes her head. "God she puts us through some shit." What?

"What?" Luke says overly loud from his seat.

"Luke, let it go." I say and gesture for him to stay seated.

"No, are you fucking serious?" He says to mum and stands up.

"Pardon?" Mum asks pissed at Luke's audacity but I'm more surprised at what she said.

"She puts you through some shit? What about her? She tried to fucking kill herself because you haven't been there for her!" He yells and he may be right but I don't like him yelling at my mother.

"Don't you swear at me and how dare you blame this on me, I-"

"If you didn't fucking ignore her for two years she wouldn't have wanted to kill herself! You're her god damned mother!"

"Luke, calm down!" I yell but he doesn't even flinch.

"She fucking hates you!" He screams at her with his face bright red with rage. "She hated you and you couldn't give a shit, so why are you even here? Just fuck off, your fifteen year old daughter is more mature than you, you're a disgusting excuse for a mother. You should be ashamed."

"Luke!" I yell but it's too late. What's done is done.

Mum shakes her head before walking out. I turn to Luke who is now fixated on the bed. I follow his gaze to see Braeden, with wide, bloodshot eyes.

"B-Braeden?" I ask and she stares at me.

"L-Louis?" She mocks and a see a smile tug at her lips. "Lottie?" She asks and Lottie steps forward to her. "Lottie, oh my god." They hug and I can hear them whisper to each other.

I look to Luke and I can see for the first time in weeks that he's genuinely excited. He looks over at me and his smile tugs at the strings in my heart. "Told you." He mouths and a tear slips down his cheek. A happy tear.

Ashton's POV

She's awake.

She is awake.

Braeden is awake.

I have to keep saying it to myself as I walk the hallways of the hospital.

She's awake.

I get to the door but pause before entering.

She. Is. Alive.

I push open the door and I see her, sitting up hugging her little sister.

She really is okay.

Luke is smiling for the first time in weeks and my heart lightens.

"Ash?" I hear her English accent. I never thought I'd be this happy to hear her voice.

"Bee." I whisper and stare at her still pale face. "Holy shit." I laugh a little and hug her. I hug her tight and she hugs me back. "I missed you." I whisper and she nods.

"How long was I..." She trails off and I pull away to look at her.

"Three weeks." I whisper so I don't scare her.

She seems to think about this for a moment. "I missed my birthday." She says sadly and I can't help but giggle.

"You were in a fucking coma and you are worried about your birthday."

"Well next year I can... I-" She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I have to stop drinking, right?" She whispers and I nod.

"You'll have to go to... Rehab, Bee." I tell her sadly.

"Ash I don't think this is the right time." Louis says from behind me.

"It's fine. At least he's honest." Braeden snaps and I can see Louis' face go white.

"Bee, please don't do this." Her gaze is still on Louis. "Can we talk alone?" I ask her and she gestures for Louis and Luke to leave.

I give Louis an apologetic glance and he nods, but I can see him crumbling. The three of them leave and I take a seat at Braeden's bed.

"Bee, you gotta be more gentle." I whisper and she nods slowly. "He was here every single day. Him and Luke, all the time too; until visiting hours closed. I came everyday too but mostly to pick up Luke, not that I didn't want to see you; I still would've come."

"Why couldn't he drive?" Her voice is foreign, probably because she's been unconscious for three weeks but still.

"He isn't really... Stable to do anything. I've never seen him like this. You missed a lot Bee." I tell her cautiously, I don't know how much I should say.

"Tell me everything."