Beau and I (Sequel to Skip and Beau)

Chapter 3: The Worst Comes Back

FML THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT AND SUCKS ASS. This only has like 150 reads and it makes me sad seeing that a bunch of people bailed on me after S&B. Eh, sequels are never as popular in fanfics anyway. But thank YOU for staying with me! xx

*Skip's Point of View*

I was suddenly awake, blinded by the white lights and cleanliness. "...the fuck?" I muttered.

"Good morning, Daniel. How do you feel?" A voice came from in front of me.

Wiping the drowsy shit out of my eyes, I blinked a couple times until my vision came into focus. "What? Uh, I dunno. Good, I guess. What happened?"

"Do you remember Randy Yammouni?" the nurse asked.

It all flashed back. The roof. James. Randy. The call with Sara. "Yeah. The last thing I remember is being kicked in the face and falling." I mumbled.

"Well your memory seems good. You landed on your spinal cord, Daniel. Your nervous system is in an extremely delicate state."

Everything she said just kinda jumbled together. "Huh?"

"Sweetheart, you're currently paralyzed from the waist down."

I was shocked. I tried to move my legs but all I felt was pain. Tears couldn't help themselves but form in my eyes. I couldn't move my legs.

"However," she continued, "since you landed slightly off, it is possible that you'll regain the ability to move them in 8-10 weeks."

I sighed, scared. It's better than nothing I guess. Feeling like I'll never be able to sleep again, I asked for a coffee. The nurse left quickly.

After five minutes, there was no sign of anyone. I tried to ring the little bell they hook up so the nurses come to see how you are, but still no one came after another five minutes.

Finally, the door opened. A timid girl, about 5'4, with light brown hair and blue eyes stepped into the room. She was holding two cups of coffee. I couldn't help myself but have the emotions of anger, sadness, and pure happiness combined together.

"Sara." I said.

"Hey, Skip. How do you feel? I haven't seen you in a while." she asked me, handing me the coffee.

"Well, I'm paralyzed. So pretty bad."

She blushed, sitting at the end of the bed. "Right...sorry." She paused for a minute. "Uh, anyway. How's it been?"

"Er...good." Terrible. "I've just kinda been hanging around." You never really left my mind. "How about you?" How's your new life with Beau?

"It's been good. Beau and I just finished moving everything in."

"Oh, cool." I mumbled.

Sara looked at me. "I miss you."

"I miss you too. I hope we'll see each other during school..." Damn, I'm still trying to flirt with her. Just friends.

Just friends.

"Yeah, same." Great, now she's not making eye contact. There was a long silence before she started again. "Can we talk?"

Adrenaline roared through me. These are the moments I hate. "Yeah, we'll talk."

"Well Beau and I were talking..."

"Yeah, I figured." I interrupted. I don't mean to sound rude, but everything just ends up about him.

"Okay. Anyway, we were talking and he brought all of my feelings to the surface. He made me...forced me to realize that I am still in love with you, Daniel. And nothing's gonna change that. But there is one thing I'm sure about..."

"Hm?" I asked. Damn, she's really pouring her heart out.

"There is another one of me out there, and she'll love you better than I ever will. You just haven't met her yet."

 I sighed, thinking it was possible to get somewhere with her. "Yeah, whatever. I'm glad you're here."

"Don't 'whatever' me, Skip. There is someone just perfect for you. I love you like a close friend. A brother. I'll always be by your side."

"Well I love you still too, if that makes a difference."

"Like a sister?"

"Not really, but I guess I'll have to, right?"

"Right. Thanks, Skip."

"I'll see you in a few-" A sharp pain in my leg took my breath away. "FUCK!"

The pain was everywhere, surrounding me. I was immersed in a hell like no other. I could barely hear Sara. "SKIP?! SKIP?! WHAT'S WRONG?!"

"AGH!" was all I could manage. Everything was just burning. My vision clouded as the world disappeared behind my eyelids.

*Jai's Point of View*

I stared at the police lady, having troubles getting a pulse from Susan. I glanced at Luke, who looked  terrible. His face was disturbed.

"Time of death is approximately-" she started.

Oh my shitbags. What the fuck. Fuck. Is Luke a murderer?

"Oh! Here we are. He's got a pulse." she said, surprised. "I'm a bit of rookie, sorry for scaring you boys."

"THANK GOD!" shouted Luke. I heavily sighed in relief. Mum would've had an attack if he did what she did. I guess killing people is in the Brooks' blood...

"Alright, we'll take it from here." the officer said. "Thank you again, but remember to never ever follow someone, especially two murderers, around like that. It's our job."

"Done." I said.

"Yeah, we won't do it again." Luke added.

We walked outside to the girls. I gave a tight hug to Em, pecking her on the nose. James had come and joined Allie, but he still looked sad.

"What's wrong, mate?" I asked. "We got Susan and Randy!"

"There's new from the hospital..." he said. "Beau just texted me, Sar and Skip talked."

"What happened?" Parmi asked.

"Skip's paralyzed from the waist down. But it might only be temporary." he said quietly.

I was shocked. Emma's hand covered her open mouth. "Oh my God." she whispered.

"Well let's go see him then." I said.

"It gets worse..." James said.

"Huh?" asked Parmi. "What's wrong?"

"He had a reaction to one of the things they used on him after he fell from the roof, I guess. He's hooked up to a machine maintaining his heartbeat and oxygen intake right now. He's dying, guys. Skip's dying."

The worst of the summer came back.

Death is back.

Author's Note: SORRY UGH THIS WAS AWFUL. THERE MIGHT BE SPELLING MISTAKES. NOT ENOUGH TIME. SORRY AGAIN. OKAY. BYE. :) xx Elissa