Rehab, Actors & Love

Suicide Watch

I woke up, my whole body feeling numb. The memories came back when I saw the IV in my hand. The door opened, making me slowly turn my head.

A small smile made its way to my lips when I saw Jack and Jason stumbling over each other to come in.

"Della!!" They yelled as they ran over to me. I braced myself as they jumped onto my bed, piling on top of me.

"Boys," I heard my mom sigh. "Easy." They let out matching sighs as they sat up, not getting off my bed. They subconsciously each took one of my hands in theirs, Jason being careful of my IV.

We were silent, none of us wanting to bring up the elephant in the room. Instead, we did what we did best; ignored it.

"Dad is on his way," mom said, making the boys look away from me. I nodded, biting my lip when I saw the look on her face.

"Dells?" Jason said softly. I looked over to see him looking at the IV in my hand. "What happened? We thought. . ."

"We thought things were getting better," Jack finished. Jason was always the more hesitant one, not Jack. Jack never hesitated to say what was on his mind. Especially not with me. Jason usually doesn't either, but he's different when it comes to medical stuff.

I can't imagine what it was like for two fourteen-year-olds to hear their sister was in an accident. The fear of losing her, having to watch her in pain, not knowing if they'd ever hear her voice again. Jason had a harder time than Jack. At least, that's what it looked like. Jack was stronger through it all. Probably for Jason.

I glanced over at mom to see a knowing look on her face. Evan must have told her.

"Boys," I said, slowly sitting up straighter. I smiled when they jumped up, helping me. I squeezed their hands, taking a hesitant breath.

"What is it, Della?" Jack asked when I didn't continue.

"There's something I need to tell you," I said gently. I sighed as I added, "About the accident."

"What do you mean?" Jason stuttered, looking at me with wide eyes. He glanced over at Jack, the same expression on Jack's face.

"It turns out," I cleared my throat, "that. . . I know who hit me that night."

"What?" The boys said in sync, Jack sounding angry and Jason sounding scared.

"You figured it out?" Jason asked.

"No, not really." I looked at them, debating. "The person who hit me figured it out."

"They're here at the center?" Jack asked, looking at Jason before looking back at me.

"They were," I corrected.

"Della," Jack sighed. "Who hit you?"

"Dylan O'Brien."

I held my breath, waiting for their responses. I expected them to say something, but they just stared at me. I glanced over at mom to see her looking just as nervous as I felt.

"He did this to you?" Jason asked, his voice getting caught in his throat. I nodded, biting my bottom lip. I rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him. I looked up when Jack pulled his hand out of my grasp, got off my bed, and angrily clenched his fists.

"Jack," I sighed. I looked at my mom, sending her a desperate look as Jack started to pace back and forth.

"I can't believe. . . After all his time. . . And he just blurts it out. . . Where is he? I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."

Mom stopped him before he could leave my room. "Honey," she said, gently grabbing his arms. "Breathe. It's okay. Plus, Evan told me he's already gone."