What's Enough?

Chapter 113

Lovely- Billie Eilish

You Found Me- The Fray

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I decided to take the long way to my room. I'm tired of being cooped up in there. My hands tightly grasp the small drive in my hand. I can't believe I have it.

The thing I worked for Travis for, the thing Ryder unknowingly lost his life for, is right here in my hand.

He died for nothing.

All of a sudden, the air becomes thick. Everything is always my fault; Ryder lost his life become of me. How can I live knowing he's dead because of me?

Soon as he started to become a decent person, soon as he and I began to build a somewhat platonic friendship. Everything gets ruined.

Death. Death took what could've been away.

It took Ryder away.

My room is right down the hall; I turn right but then quickly back up. There are two nurses headed my way; I can't let them see me. I press the elevator button, the doors come open. I walk in, and the doors close.

I press the 5th-floor button, that's one floor up; I will have to take the elevators at the end of that hall to get back to my side. Hopefully, I can do that without getting spotted.

The elevator stops on the fifth floor; I look both ways before exciting, and then I head down the hallway.

As I tiptoe down the hallway, I start to think maybe I should've gotten socks from the nurse when she asked me if I wanted some; the floor is freezing.

A walkie talkie makes a screeching noise,  "Come in,"

Oh no, the noise is coming from down the hall; I look side to side, trying to find an exit.

"I'm on the fifth floor. She may be up here,"

Shit. Think, Think, Think.

I walk over to the other side of the hallway and then slip into a room. Slowly closing the glass.

A monitor is beating from behind me; no one has said anything, so the person must be asleep. Thank God. This would've been awkward.

My heart pounds as I watch officer Blake search the floor for me. I should move away from this glass. I grab the curtain and slowly close it.

When I turn around, I almost stumble back into the door, my heart stops, and I gag for air.

My eyes scan over the boy in the bed.

It's Ryder.

Is it a ghost? My eyes must be deceiving me; he's dead. He can't be here. I watched him die.

Everyone said he was de--

Then again, no one ever did say that he was dead; they just acted like something tragic happened, and something tragic did happen; he got shot multiple times.

He's hooked up to the monitor, and there is a tube down his throat. I slowly walk over closer to him.

I poke him with my finger, making sure that he isn't a ghost. Nope, he's real. This is real. His body is warm.

I use my hand to push back his hair. My fingers caress the sides of his face taking in every detail and every feeling.

I hear the door slide in, but  I don't move; I don't back away.

"Ms. King," a man says. It's the doctor that I saw trying to save him. I remember his voice.

He walks around the bed, and in front of me, he has a clipboard in his hand; I'm assuming it's Ryder's chart.