Chapter 18

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Lucas's POV

I talked to my dad about staying at the hospital with Savannah, and he was happy to let me as long as I took the responsibility to let my lacrosse team know I wasn't going to be at the game the next day. Dad also gave me props for putting my girlfriend first in a time that she really needs me, which, to be honest, made me feel good about my decision. After the talk with him, I carried Sav out of our old truck bridal style again and brought her back into the waiting room of the ER.

Sav had fallen asleep long ago, which is great because she definitely needs it. She's been running rampant for the past couple weeks with no real break, and this whole situation seemed to cause her to be exhausted enough. She's currently asleep in my arms, her head on my lap while she unconsciously holds onto my left forearm for comfort. Every once in a while when she stirs in her sleep, I'll reassuringly pet her head and whisper, "It's okay, I'm here now." And she'll fall back into stillness.

I made sure to promise her that I would wake her when somebody comes out to tell us about her sister, and I can only hope with all of my heart that Serena's okay. I don't think Savannah would be able to handle bad news right now.

For the past five hours, Sav and I have been in the same position, just waiting for any signs or nurses to come talk to us. The fact that it's been so long starts to worry me, but given the fact that it's 5:30 a.m, I'm a little too tired to really think. Every time a nurse walks out of the doors they wheeled Serena into, my eyes widen in hope they will call Sav's name. But they never did.

I'm about to doze off when a man in scrubs walks towards us and asks, "Is she..." He pauses as he looks at the clip board in his hands, "Savannah Brubaker?"

I nod my head and look down at her, frowning at the thought of interrupting her sleep. I lightly shake her shoulder and quietly say, "Sav... Savannah... come on, baby, wake up." As I brush my fingers across her cheek to move some hair behind her ear, her eyes open slowly as she mumbles, "Wh... what? What did I miss?"

"The nurse is here. He has the information on Serena."

After that sentence she immediately perks up and turns around to greet the nurse. "Oh, oh my god... uh, hi? Oh whatever, what's the verdict on my sister?" She fumbles with her words, but gives up and ends up being straightforward. I stare impatiently at the nurse, but notice his facial features drop. That's not a good sign.

"Serena was shot in the head closer to the front of her skull, where the bullet entered the frontal lobe and lodged itself in the skull about two inches behind her ear.  She was in surgery for 5 hours as we looked at the damage done to her brain, as well as removing the bullet. Unfortunately, her frontal lobe was torn apart quite viciously and the bullet also tore through her cerebellum, which is a small cortex under the bigger part of the brain." He pauses and sighs as Savannah is staring hopefully at him, tears welling up in her eyes. "We did the best the we could, but the damage done was just too lethal. I'm so sorry, Ms. Brubaker."

My body goes numb as time slows and her face immediately drops, tears pouring from her eyes. She falls onto me, sobbing loudly into my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and put my right hand on the back of her head, trying to give her some comfort, but I know it's to no avail. Her sister is dead, and there's no coming back from that. Someone who she's had there for her entire life is suddenly gone. I can't even imagine what this will do to her...

"It's all my fault..." Savannah sobs, "If I would've just slept and kept up my energy, I could've stopped the bullet."

I look up and notice the nurse still standing there, but now with a very confused face. I wave him off so Sav doesn't accidentally reveal her ability to him, and he walks off with sorrow, obviously upset that he's had to let somebody down for what is probably not the first time.

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