LIE

Chapter 37

Brian:

Jeanette rushed into the room. "Is he okay?" She panted.

"Yes." I muttered and put Luc's arm under the blanket.

I stood up and turned to face Jeanette. Alexandria was asleep in her arms. I sighed with relief. Seeing the two of them took some of the stress and fear away.

"How's he doing?" Jeanette pulled up a chair and sat down beside Luc.

"He's alive. That's the important thing." I responded.

"We should have done something sooner." She whimpered.

"I know." I whispered.

We've done wrong by him. I'll make sure we fix it.

Jason:

Dad was extremely stressed out. He even yelled at a guy, threw him off Luc's case. Guess he did something he didn't like, I didn't go anywhere near him.

When we were finally able to see Luc, Mom made me wait outside his room while she went in. I wanted to see him. Was he even awake?

Dad walked out of the room. "Dad?"

He turned and looked at me. "I'm going home to get supplies. You can go see him if you want." I hopped up and rushed into the room.

When I saw Luc I froze. It was hard to see him like that. Almost dead and wrapped up like a mummy. He had a lot of tubes in him. Will he be okay?

I sat down beside Mom.

"He's alive, right?" I asked.

"Yes." Mom answered.

Mom reached over and pulled me into her. She was upset.

"Oh Mom. He'll wake up." I said to her. She kissed me on the head and rubbed my arm.

A few hours passed. Mom went to the cafeteria and to feed Alexandria. Dad came back and, of all the things he could've done, he cut Luc's nails.

"If he wakes up and we're not here, make sure he doesn't try to talk." Dad told me.

"Ok."

I looked up at him before he left. "Hey Dad. Why'd you yell at that guy?" I asked.

"He was being too rough with Luc. He was in a rush and I didn't need that for him." He answered. I nodded and he left.

Luc:

Darkness. Loneliness...

"Where am I?" I thought. "What? I'm still alive?!" Jason. That asshole! Why couldn't he just let me die?

I opened my eye. I was in the hospital. I gasped a little, barely any air. I couldn't feel a thing. I flung my left arm out and knocked over a vase, causing it to shatter.

I clasped onto the bed rail and heaved myself over it. I have to get out of here. I landed on the cold floor with a loud smack.

"..." I can't speak. "Why can't I speak?" I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

I felt so weak, I could barely stand up. I used my head to help myself stand up, but I crumbled to the floor.

Why didn't I die? I wanted to die. I want to die!

I slowly reached over and grabbed a shard from the broken vase. I looked at my arm. Healed scars and a throbbing vein. The shard touched my wrist.

Die! Die! Die!

A hand grabbed my wrist and pulled. I didn't let go of the shard. I looked up. Jason.

I didn't even hear him come in.