AppleHeart

Chapter Twenty

Sor·row/ˈsärō,ˈsôrō/noun: A feeling of deep distress caused by loss, disappointment, or other misfortune suffered by oneself or others.

Numbness...

That's all he felt. His red eyes empty and cold as he watched the paramedics take his loved one away. There was so much he had to say, but the words were caught in his throat. He stared at the ambulance as it drove off, the bright lights and blaring sirens disrupting anyone nearby. He couldn't hear his friends calling out to him, pleading with him to say something. It was no use, his mind has wandered elsewhere.

With no luck of getting Jack's attention, the other recruiters began panicking. Ms. Scatter kept gripping her hair while saying 'oh my goodness' over and over again, Jill embraced Farja who started crying uncontrollably, Veil and Pretty Scar were crying as well, Joe was in a state of shock like Jack, Malfie tried to bring Joe back into reality, but was on the verge of tears himself, Miss Hades was silent and her face was hidden by the shadow of her bangs, and Dalmatia was on his knees, whimpering. Mr. V on the other hand, well it's impossible to tell outside, but inside, he's feeling the same way the others are.
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The squad entered through the automatic sliding doors of the emergency room. The atmosphere felt tense and upsetting. Mr. V and Ms. Scatter walked up to the reception desk and began talking to a nurse. The recruiters sat in the chairs in the emergency room, silently. Being there, in the hospital, felt unsettling for them. All around them, there were people in and out of the room, doctors talking quietly to patients, some people were crying, one man had bloodstains on his pajamas, and so on. But most of the tension came from the recruiters. They may have been severely quiet, but a lot was going through there minds, mainly the biggest question; Will Apple Poison make it?

That car hit him... hard... While there may have been nothing but scarps and bruises on the outside, with the exception of the wound on his head, Apple might have some internal damage that could be fatal. Well, at least that's what they all thought so far, who knows what the doctor is going to say. Mr. V and Scatter returned to the group silently.

Around an hour later, a doctor walks in and calls for Mr V. V stands up and approached the doctor. Ms Scatter watched as they talked in hushed voices, away from the others. After what felt like twenty minutes, V came back, a sorrowful expression on his face.

"V," Scatter spoke, "what did the doctor say?" Mr. V clutched his cane.

"He said Apple has broken ribs, some internal bleeding, and a serve head injury." Mr V takes his hat off then sits next to Scatter, "I think he's talking about the cut on Apple's head, luckily according to the doctor, they were able to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound.

"Another good thing, he doesn't have any skull fractures. But, he's still unconscious." Even though Mr V and Ms Scatter were whispering, the other recruiters still heard their conversation. Not that this new information made feel better. Although Veil, Farja, Dalmatia, Hook, Joe, Miss Hades, Malfie, and Scar-chan cared for Apple, and are grieving in their own way, they knew Jack is one who has it the worst.

As the sky turned darker, the crescent moon's light shined brighter allowing guidance for anyone passing by. The streets were almost empty as the recruiters exited the hospital and parted ways to go home, except for Dalmatia and Farja, who agreed to take Jack to his house.

Jack enters through the front door with Dal and Farja behind him. Jack slowly marched up the stairs that led to his bedroom leaving the other two alone in the living room. Mr. Dalmatia slowly sits on the couch. He peels his coat off then places it on his lap. Farja sits next to him, the silence between them was saddening. Farja opened her mouth but no words came out. What would she say? She closed it again, perhaps being quiet is all she could do for now. Jack returned to the living room no longer in the attire he wore earlier but in red, silky pajamas. He trotted towards the kitchen without saying a word. Farja felt the urge to follow him yet she stayed put. Her red eyes peered over to Dalmatia, his gloved hands in fists pressed against his thighs. His eyes appeared to be concentrated on the coffee table but his mind was overpowered by the thoughts of losing Apple Poison, although the doctor said he's still alive.

Well, anything can happen...

TING!

Farja and Dalmatia bolted to their feet. They looked at each other then shifted their attention towards the kitchen. Dal was the first to move. As he approached the kitchen, he found Jack on his knees, sobbing. Dal noticed tea spills and shattered glass all over the floor. Dalmatia immediately kneeled next to his best friend and hugged him, tightly. Farja entered and gasped softly. She examined the scenery and began picking up the fragile shards on the floor. Dalmatia helps Jack to his feet before guiding him to the living room then resting him on the couch. He returned to the kitchen to help Farja clean up the tea.

Back in the living room, Jack laid his head on the arm of the couch, his face tear-stained, eyes now red.

He hated it. He hated himself. He blames his actions for what happened. Jack thought if it wasn't for him, Apple would be okay...

Heart closed his eyes, allowing his mind to dream about the memories of Apple Poison, eventually, falling asleep. Farja and Dalmatia exit the kitchen seeing Jack's sleeping soundly on the couch. Farja approached the couch to grab the blanket. She carefully placed it on Jack, tucking him in. Dalmatia gently patted Jack's head.

"He feels awful," Dal spoke. Farja nodded her head in agreement. And yes, what to Apple was horrible, but if he hadn't pushed Jack out of the way, Jack would have been the one in the hospital, and worse, he would've lost the baby.

That would be something neither would recover from...

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but for those who are worried I'm about to kill off characters, relax, no one is dying (at least not in this fanfic)