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HOTBS chap.6

George's POV

A chocked sob leave my mouth as soon as the words came from her mouth. I let the phone fell from my grasp, crying my eyes out at all the regrets. If I just accept it, he wouldn't be in this situation. If I agree with him and give us a chance instead of chickened out, he wouldn't leave this house.

"Mr Smith? Are you still there?" The faint voice asked. I clicked the speaker button, trying to hold back my sob,

"Ye... yeah, I'm still here"

"We're hoping for your arrival soon, you're the only one in his emergency contact."

"I'll... I'll be there. Gimme 10 minutes"

"Alright, I'm sorry about the incident Mr Smith"

"O... Okay"

It wasn't okay and it will never be okay. It's all my fault.
If I wasn't such a fucked up this would never happen. Why should I be such a fucked up?

I pushed myself off of the floor, dragging my feet up the stairs to grabs my keys and wallet. I feel like a walking-dead, for real this time. Knowing Reece would be in such critical condition and it's all because of me, just guilt me even more, adding another reason as to why I'm such a fucked up. The regrets, the guilts, they're there.

I drove the car as fast as my teary eyes could manage, passing the speed limit and breaking the red lights. The police can kiss my ass if they want, I care about nothing but Reece and only Reece right now.

I parked in randomly once I arrived, quickly rushing into the hospital asking for him.

"He's currently in the surgery room. You can wait in the waiting room" The same female voice said. She gave me a sympathetic smile, pitying me in silence. I don't need pity. I need Reece to be all fine.

I sat on the uncomfortable chair, hoping and praying that he'll make it just fine. Hours passed and I grew even more jittery. The feeling in the pit of my stomach got worsens, giving me a nausea feeling. I feel like I could throw up and break down in any second, but I knew I couldn't. I have to be strong, for Reece's sake and my sanity's sake. But if the doctor doesn't come up for the next two hours or so, I know I'll lose my shit.

My knees kept bouncing up and down impatiently while I bit on my chipped nails. Someone suddenly put a water bottle on my lap, making me quickly lookup. She smiled at me before leaving me all alone again. I opened the lid shakily, drinking the freshwater from the bottle. I didn't realise I need water to hydrate myself until that fresh thing hit my throat. I sighed in bliss, putting the cap back on and let it rest beside me, continuing to bit on my nails and bouncing my knees up and down. The door suddenly flew open, revealing a very tired looking doctor.

"Family for Reece Bibby?"

"I'm his boyfriend"

"Mr..."

"George, just call me George"

"Right, George. Come with me please" The doctor said. I trailed behind him to (I assumed) his room silently, fidgeting with my shaky fingers.

"Take a seat, George"

"How's he? Is he alright? Did he make it?" The doctor gave me a reassuring smile, nodding his head encouragingly.

"Yes, he made it. He flat-lined three times during the surgery, but he thankfully made it, seems like a fighter for me. He's all fine now, the damages have been solved but sadly that sent him to a coma. I can't assure you for how long he'll be trapped in that stage since it's all up to him now to give up or no. I put life support on him, adding extra nutrition to give him more boost to wake up. All we can do now is waiting and pray. Whatever decision he makes at the end, just know it's for the best. But since he's a fighter, I think he'll wake up anytime soon." The doctor gave me the same reassuring smile and I forced myself to nod my head. He flat-lined, three times, he almost died and now he's in a coma.