Better

seventeen.

Everyone sat in the waiting room anxiously waiting for the doctors to tell them what was going on. So far no one had came to update them on any conditions. So they were stuck, sitting there waiting on any updates. Bridgette sighed loudly rubbing her temples from the stress, she silently thanked god Keala stayed with her mother today. She couldn't handle the thought of her daughter being traumatized from that. Geoff sat on the arm of her chair rubbing her arm comfortingly. If it wasn't for Bridgette, or the other guys there, he probably would've cried like a baby just like he did when Duncan was in the hospital. Owen sat uneasy in his chair as he bit in his lip nervously, he couldn't take not knowing if his friends were fine or not. Izzy held onto his hand tightly and had her other hand covering her face. Leshawna sat on the other row of chairs, leaning back, looking at the ceiling. Sitting right next to Gwen who had her head in her hands. It was all her fault, right? Looking at the group of them, all dressed up like they were going to an exclusive event, but their faces told a different story. Mascara ran down all the girls faces. Footprints stained the tail of Izzy's dress, and the guys just looked scared for their lives. The whole crew was together, at the hospital. It seemed it became more of a hotspot for them than the bar was. Only people missing.. Alejandro, Heather, Duncan and Courtney.

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Alejandro paced nervously back and forth by the entrance of the hospital. It seemed like his whole life was falling apart in front of him. He looked up at the door as the rich elderly couple walked in. He weakly pointed towards the nurse who would lead them away to the room. They nodded following behind her, but not before the woman squeezed his shoulder lightly. He sighed shakily as he sat on the chair behind his putting his head in his hands. He couldn't do this. She was his other half. What if she didn't make it? How would he survive? Never saw one without the other, right? "por favor, dios .. deja que mi amor esté bien. No puedo vivir sin ella." He whispered clasping his hands together looking up at the ceiling. "please god.."

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"Why? Why did this have to happen?! I can't handle this shit, oh my god." Duncan cried as he sat next to his mother. His face was in her lap as he cried into the fabric of her pants. "Why are they not telling us nothing?! We've been sitting here for a fucking hour! What the hell are t-" he was cut off by his mother covering his mouth, turning his face to her. "Duncan, calm down. Heather was reacting the same way when you were in here and they almost locked her up." "And now Heather's in here and they still not doing shit! I swear t-" she covered his mouth again as some nurses looked over at him. "Shhh." She whispered pulling him into her arms as he just cried more. Geoff made his way over to them nodding at Diane as she slowly pulled away from the hug that Duncan had her locked in. She got up tapping his shoulder before walking away as Geoff took her seat. "You feeling any better?" Duncan huffed clenching his fist. "No, because these fucking people are not doing what they are supposed to be-" Geoff shook his head grabbing Duncan as he began to get up bringing him back down. "Shh, it's okay D-man. We are all gonna be okay.."

"Or are you?" Mal's low sinister snicker bounced off the walls as he made his way out of the hospital hall undetected by anyone.