The Fault In it All

Wake-Up Call

Madi-

2:48 a.m.

"Madi-" Connor's voice was deep and rugged through the phone. He was tired. I could tell.

"Connor. It's 2:48 in the-"

"I know. It's X. Madi-"

"Where are you?"

"Madi-"

"Connor. I'll be over in a second." I stand up out of my bed and head to the closet. I throw on a pair of sweats, leaving Connor's tank top on, and a pair of Vans. I pull my hair into a messy bun, and open my window, knocking out the screen. I climb out, hanging by my fingers and drop from the second story. I take off across the street, phone in hand. I fail 911 quickly.

"It's my bestfriend." I say, beating on the front door. I give them the address and Connor lets me in.

He envelopes me into a hug first-thing.

"Connor." I mumble.

My mind flashes to a year ago on this night.

The drill was similar, Connor more panicked.

I fade back to reality, realizing what had to be done. Connor kissed my cheek, "Where is he?" I ask quietly.

"His bathroom upstairs."

I run upstairs quietly.

"X, open the door!" I yell. Xavier stumbles out of his room, blood covering his lower mouth.

"I'm fine. Don't call 911, please Mads."

"Let's clean you up."

Moments like this, a year ago, I would've broke down into tears. I had to stay strong for him, though. At 15, you wouldn't think so, but we went through this once a month. No-one can tell why, but this is the twelfth month, and they need to figure out what it is, and soon too.

X walks back into the bathroom, me following, as he takes off the blood/puke covered old t-shirt from DC I bought him a few years ago. I grab the shirt, and a towel, as e washes his face. I hand him the towel, and toss the shirt to Connor, who takes it back downstairs. I grab Xavier a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt and he puts them on.

"X, this isn't normal."

"I know." He looks down.

The blaring sirens can be heard from down the street, and I help Xavier down the stairs.

We get into the ambulance, the same drill as always.

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"Connor?Madi?" Nurse Patti calls us down the hallway, away from the waiting room.

Her tear-stained face is evident, and I know that what she's about to say is the worst thing possible.

"We... Know what's going on." She states quietly. I know that voice. It's the one she used two years ago when their mom, Katelynn, was diagnosed with Stage 3 Lung Cancer.

"Oh, God." I mumble quietly, my lip starting to tremble. "No... No! He's not! He can't." My knees started to give out, and I felt Connor's arms hold me up.

I didn't have makeup on, therefore I didn't have to worry about mascara running, just puffy eyes. I felt a light drop into my hair, knowing it was Connor. He knew. I stood back up to my short height of 5'2" and wiped my eyes.

"Does he know?" She shakes her head.

I grab Connor's hand and we walk to the room labeled 'Xavier Franta'.

I tapped lightly on the door frame.

"Knock knock." I say quietly.

"Madi!" Xavier's head pops up.

Xavier-

4:36 a.m.

"Madi!" A surge of excitement ran through my nerves as I realize I'd be going home soon.

Her eyes were swollen and red, she'd been crying.

Oh God. She's been crying. Because of me?

She gripped my brother's hand tightly.

"Hey X." She mumbled. She didn't want her voice to crack.

I look to my brother, tears still in his eyes.

"What's going on?" I ask quietly.

A/N: This is all based on a dream I had, weird, right?