July 14, part two

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by marthasimmons

by marthasimmons

Kyle's PoV
5 p.m

I had spent most of this day at Woody's house. I was so stupid this morning. Chrissy had been pushing me to call Chloé for hours. She didn't pick up the phone, but I understood that. So I just went back to Dan's appartment to talk to her. I unlocked the door and went inside.
"Chloé?" I shouted. No answer.
"Chloé, can we talk?"
"Please! I understand that you're mad, but please let me explain!" Okay, she's probably not here. I decided to call her. After a few seconds I heard flaws playing in her room. 'She must have forgotten her phone' I thought. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but the door was locked.
"Chloé, are you in there?" I shouted. Nothing.
"Fuck" I whispered and decided to call the ambulance.

20 minutes later I sat down in the waiting room of the hospital. I had called the guys and waited for them. The door flew open and Dan came in.
"What happened?" He asked, tears in his eyes.
"She cut herself and lost so much blood.. The docters said that if I came just 20 minutes later.." I couldn't speak any further. I broke down in tears. I sat on the ground, my head on my kness, crying and crying. Chloé almost died and it was my fault..

Dan's PoV

We had been in the waiting room for hours now. The docters were still.. Well, we didn't really know what they were doing. Kyle didn't stop crying and whispering that it was all his fault. But suddenly a docter came to the room.
"Are you guys here for uhh, Chloé Winchester?" He said, looking on some sheets of paper.
"Yeah, is she okay?" I asked, I guess Kyle wasn't able to talk.
"Well, there's good and bad news."
"Yeah..?"
"The good news is, she is out of life-danger." He said.
"That's great! And the bad news?" (It's truuuueeeeeee sorry )
"She's in a coma."
Silence filled the room for a minute, untill Kyle started sobbing again. What a birthday.
"C-can we.. can we see her?" Kyle asked.
"Room 134." The doctor said and left.

A few minutes later we stood in Chloé's room. It was horrible to see her in such a bad state. Her arms and legs were wrapped up and she looked like some kind of mummy. There were tubes all over her body and next to her was some kind of screen that made beep-sounds all the time.

"I'm such a horrible person" Kyle whispered.
"No, you aren't! This isn't your fault!" Woody said.

We stayed in Chloé's room for about two hours. I've never seen Kyle this way. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin white. We would've stayed there much longer, but a doctor came to send us home. In the car we've been talking about the band. There were a few shows to be played, but we didn't know if Kyle was going to be okay.