Reagan POV
“Nothing has changed since the last time that you checked. With all due respect, constantly asking us for an update isn’t going to help her get any better Mrs. Tomlinson.”
If it wasn’t for the fact that my sister was in their care, there would be nothing stopping me from punching this nurse in the face. And, I really wasn’t one to mess with right now. I was still covered in blood, refusing to change out of my clothes from the warehouse, Louis had misshapenly pushed my arm back into its socket so it was at a weird angle, and I looked like a crazed person. That much was true.
“Honey, I’m sorry”, she continued, “But, unless we want to harm either her or the baby, we can’t bring her out of the coma. It’s better if she’s in this state so we can decide where to go from here. I promise to let you know if anything else changes.”
She walked while trying to hide the annoyed look on her face. Nothing was soothing me right now, and I needed anything to keep me from charging Trinity’s room right now.
“Reagan, is there anything that I can do?”
I had almost forgotten that Louis was here. To be perfectly honest, he and I hadn’t spoken much since we left the warehouse. I think he was unsure of what to say, and I really didn’t want to hear his voice or anyone’s for that matter. So, I just sat down next to Louis in the waiting room and concentrated on anything but him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Louis repeated, “Why are you sorry?”
“This is all of my fault. Everything. If I hadn’t let myself fall in love with yet another guy, I don’t think that we’d be in this situation.”
“Reagan-.”
“No, Louis. Think about it. Would they be in the hospital if it wasn’t for me? Would there be all of these dead people if it wasn’t for my mistake? Would we be covered in other people’s blood if I wasn’t in the picture?”
“I can’t answer that”, he answered solemnly.
“You can’t answer that because you know it’s true.”
I stood up and didn’t bother to wipe the tears on my face. My hand ached from constantly reaching up to clear the wetness from my eyes. My eyes were so swollen that my vision was blurry. The stains all over my clothes look like I had just walked away from a mob hit, which I guess was true. There were multiple lives lost today and the ones that weren’t were in very critical condition. Not everyone that walked into that warehouse walked out alive, and the ones that did needed assistance. I couldn’t feel guiltier.
“Princess, what do you want to do?”
“I…don’t know. I want to go to Brendan’s and get my children, but I’ll have to tell him the news about Josh. I want to curl up with my sister and pretend this day didn’t happen, but she’s in a hospital bed right now. I want to talk to my mum, but surprise surprise. She’s dead too. So, I’m not sure, Louis. I’m not sure what I want to do.”
“Just-.”
“No”, I pulled away when he reached out for me, “Don’t touch me. Just let me know if you hear anything. I…can’t be here right now.”
Forcing my legs to move, I hurried away from Louis, out of the hospital and into the night. I know that he was trying to help, but there was absolutely nothing that he could do right now. He couldn’t bring back the dead, he couldn’t heal the injured so he was basically useless to me right now.
And I was too.
I’m sick of being useless. I’m sick of everyone risking their lives for me. Look how well that worked out for people today. I’m just sick of…being me. Out of all of the danger that we’ve been through these past few years, what’s the common denominator? Me. And, it’s about time that I did something about it.
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Betrayal
Fanfiction#2 Louis and Reagan have been through a lot, more than any couple should. After many breakups, many revealed secrets, and many gunshots, their life is peaceful. That is until one of them makes a mistake that could possibly end them for good. Someo...
