Caspar's POV
I slowly open my eyes, to be greeted by blinding lights.
'Eghhh.' I groaned.
Where the hell am I?
Oh shit.
I slowly came back to reality, remembering the crash. Troye..Joe.
are they okay?!
Looking around the hospital room, panic slowly crawling up my throat. I tried to move myself from the bed to find them but couldn't move my leg, sharp pain shot up my body making me writhe in agony.
I spotted the wheelchair not far from the bed, assuming I could reach it I pulled myself up with the handles hanging from the ceiling and threw myself into the chair.
As I did that, a young nurse walked in with a clipboard.
'Mr Lee, please get back into bed.' She sighed.
'I need to go find my friends.' I said bluntly, trying to wheel past her.
She grabbed the handles and turned me round to face her. 'Mr Lee.' She started.
'Call me Caspar.' I butted in.
'Caspar.' She corrected herself. 'You can go and see them later, you need rest. You've been through a lot.'
'I really don't care.' I said rudely. 'Look I need to see them NOW.'
She sighed in defeat. 'Okay, but I'm taking you to them.'
'Fine, fine. Let's go.' I rushed her.
The nurse wheeled me out the door and through a long corridor, it had paintings of animals on, was I in a children's ward or something?
We carried in going then turned down another corridor, they all looked the same to me.
She pulled me up outside a door.
'This is Troye's room, want to go in?' She asked quietly.
'Yes please.' I said, swallowing my nerves.
She wheeled me through and I was greeted by a sleeping Troye. He looked so delicate. He always did.
'Wheres Joe?' I asked impatiently.
'He's in intensive care right now Caspar, I'm sorry. They're doing everything they can for him.' The nurse told me, seeming genuinely sorry to have to tell me that.
'No. No no no.' I repeated. 'I finally had him, he was mine. He can't be taken away from me!'
'Caspar, they're doing their best right now, they think he might get through it, but it's touch and go right now.' She said, as though the words could comfort me in any way.
I bit my lip to stop myself from crying in front of this complete stranger. I shook my head. 'He'll be fine. I know he will.'
'Okay Hun. Do you want to go back to your room or stay with Troye?' She asked, changing the subject.
'Ill stay here, you can go or whatever.' I said dismissively. I honestly didn't care if I was being rude, I'm normally polite but that's not important right now. Joe is.
'Okay, I'll come check back later.' I turned to tell her there's no need but she'd already gone.
Troye's POV
Shit. Why's it so dark?
Oh wait.
My eyes are closed, my bad.
I opened them to be greeted by white hospital ceiling, great.
I turned on my side, even though it hurt like hell, pain ripping up my side, and saw Caspar.
'Erm hey?' I smiled through gritted teeth. Because of the pain, not because of him.
'Hello.' He said quietly, he looked awful but I guessed that's not what he wants to hear right now.
'How you feeling Casp?' I asked, pulling myself up to sit.
'I don't know, you?' He answered, looking like he was a million miles away.
'Fantastic.' I laughed. 'Where's Joe?'
His face dropped, even more, if that's possible.
'What?' I asked, heart in my mouth.
'He erm, he's in intensive care. They wouldn't let me see him.' Caspar told me, silently starting to cry.
I felt sick. Oh god. Why Joe?
'No.' I said closing my eyes. 'No.'
'I feel the same Troye. But you know Joe, he'll be fine and playing pranks on us again later.' He smiled, but it was a fake smile. You know when Caspar not really smiling, you always know. And when he fake smiles, it's bad because he's rarely ever does that.
'Yeah. I'm sure he will.' I tried to smiled back but the feeling of panic rising in my throat made me grimace.
'Are you all okay?!' A voice asked in panic from nearby.
Zoe.
'Are you all okay??' She asked again, now in front of us both.
'Erm, hey Zoe.. didn't they tell you?' I asked nervously, I really didn't want to be the one to tell her.
'Tell me what?' She asked hurriedly, her eyes frantically scanning the room, obviously aware of the fact that Joe wasn't in here.
'Joe.' Caspar piped up. 'He's in intensive care Zo, it's all a bit touch and go right now.' He told her, his voice shaking.
She dropped to the floor, head hands wrapped around her.
'No. Not my little brother. Not my baby brother.' She repeated over and over.
I felt sick.
This shouldn't happen to anyone.
He shouldn't be the one ..dying in intensive care. It shouldn't be him.
Caspar out his hand on Zoe's shoulder and said; 'I'll get the nurse to call your dad, and I'll get Alfie down here okay?'
'Okay.' She managed to whisper through her tears.
Caspar knows what to say and what to do in these situations. I just panic, I'm no help at all and I feel awful for Zoe.
Some nurse popped her head round the door. 'Miss Sugg?'
Zoe lifted her head up, 'yeah?' Her mascara has run down her cheeks and had gone all clumpy.
The nurses face sortof paled, and she had this look of pity in her eyes. That's never a good sign.
'It's about Joe.'
