Castiel was anxiously waiting in the hospital's waiting room, Rosalya was next to him, make-up was running and every so often a quick whimper or an intake of breath would come from her. She was doing her best to keep herself together, mostly for Leigh who was pacing around the room fiddling with the cellphone still in hand. He had just gotten off the phone with his parents, Castiel had heard the cries and screams from the other end. Hearing that was tough it made everything real, too real.
Castiel was praying that this was just a dream and he would wake up from a nap in the schools basement and hear Lysander's humming as he scratched some more lyrics into his notepad. But the hope of that happening again… he didn't want to think about it. Closing his eyes Castiel placed his face in his hands, he hated feeling helpless, in desperation he had already offered to donate blood when the EMTs arrived, only to get pushed aside. The ride in the ambulance to the hospital holding onto Lysander's hand was the longest 10 minutes of his life. Castiel heard the door click, he raised his head up and saw the doctor with two nurses by his side, all three of them quickly got up and went over to the weary looking professionals.
"You're Lysander's Family?" Leigh, Rosalya and Castiel all nodded at once. Panic was ripping threw Castiel's body, what did they need? Blood, a kidney, a lung? All of them Castiel was willing to part with if it meant he could have his best friend back. The doctor cleared his throat, "I'm sorry but he didn't make it," Castiel's mind went blank the words slowly sunk into his brain. "During the operation…" Flashes of their first meeting. The found Notebook. The friendly smile. A long talk about his ex. "…We found there was internal bleeding…" Castiel finally picking up his guitar again so he could help Lysander put music to his brilliant songs. Songs that the world will never get a chance to hear. "…not only in the abdomen but in his skull as well. We trie-!?"
Castiel had grabbed the doctor by the collar and shoved him against the wall, "Why don't you go back in there and do your job?! Make him better, do what you have to damnit!" He could hear Rosayla's sobs somewhere in the background, and he felt a wetness was streaming down his eyes, he didn't care about any of it. His world was falling apart and this asshole wasn't doing anything to put it right again.
"I-I'm sorry, b-but Lysander was pronounced dead a few minutes ago. W-We did all we could to save him." The words that came from the doctor shook Castiel, he didn't let go until he felt Leigh's shaking hand on his shoulders pulling him back. Castiel crumpled into Leigh and felt Rosalya holding him from behind. All he heard was a whimper from the Doctor, "I'm sorry for you're loss…." and a click of the door closing giving the three a chance to grieve.