we were born to die

Chapter five: mayday

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[Zach]
Plans were arranged, we would meet in my room to watch something and just hang out for the day. At noon I heard a knock at my door, I got up to see who it was, but,  I already knew who it was. I open the door to see Sam and Peyton! Sam's key reason she she was here was so that she could help with bringing Peytons IV and oxygen tank all the way to my room.

You looked beautiful as always. Your gray brown hair was up in a messy bun today. You chose to wear ripped blue boyfriend jeans and a slouchy knit top. Darn she looked good. She still had on the pendant from her mum.

We sat on the small L-shaped couch. I reach for the remote only to have my hand slapped, I look up at Peyton who's smiling.

"Give it!!" I complain

"It's only fair!" your eyes dancing devilishly

"Pleaseee..." I ask

"Nope" you exclaim

I tickle you until you drop the remote. I flash a smile at you as you pretend to pout. Eventually,  once we have settled I finally turn on the TV. It's in the news channel. Before I can change it the headline story reads 'Recent Plane Mayday in California'. Shit.

You reach up to your pendant and close yourself off. I can see your eyes well up. You've been through so much lately. Why did this have to happen right now? You start to shake as you cry harder. I reach my arms around you and whisper something only you could possibly hear.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I want to, but I can't" your voice cracking

"Do you want to try?" I ask

"Yeah.." you whisper

I already know every detail from when we were younger and you told me. Your parents both died when you were really young (I think two or three years old) and died whilst the plane was sinking in the Atlantic Ocean. I knew how much it hurt you.

You had barley known them, my parents had. They were good friends when we were young. The plane crash was devastating and ended more than fifty lives. It had been one of the most well known maydays of the century. It was absolutely terrible. You knew more of the story than I but didn't share, I respected that.

I felt terrible you have to endure that on a day that was supposed to be good. After a bit of chatting, we sat and cuddled in for another movie. Today we picked 'Mulan (live-action)'. I loved the way your eyes glittered when you remembered things we did as kids. I re-lived the moment you introduced me to Mulan.

You always had the best movies, I swear. As the movie finished you said something that didn't surprise me.

"Is it just me or.. is this room freezing?"

"Mhm.. I don't know."

You were always cold. It was part of what the new drug trial you accepted. We both knew it wouldn't work, but, you didn't get to make the rules. I pulled a blanket over you to settle in for a bit. We chatted about odds and ends, people on floor thirteen, Austin, meds, more Austin.

After a bit Sam came in, it had been two hours since she'd left us. Vitals as always.

"You're running a slight fever, 100.1" Sam told you

You groaned and let her fiddle with machines. I hadn't realized it but you were breathing shallowly and sharply.

"SAM!" I yelled

Peyton smacked my hand and hissed at me.

"I'm fine okay? Don't worry."

I frowned. I knew you weren't. Something was going to happen.

"No your not." I replied "SAM!! SAM!!"

She came in a flash this time.

"WHATS WRONG?!" Sam exclaimed

"Re-check Peyton's vitals." I said

Before she could do anything, you gasp and clutch your head. Then you shriek in pain and grab your chest. I shriek again and start crying. I knew somethings was wrong. Your breath becomes sharper and laboured. Before I know it you go limp. I know that darkness that you must feel engulf you.