Rachel's P.O.V.

I dropped the phone.

I dropped the phone and ran to Big House, tripping on the way with my heels and getting dirt all over my clothes.

"Chiron! Chiron!" I screamed, not caring about how desperate I sounded or how Umbreon was following me, whining. Chiron trotted outside, worry painting his face.

"Rachel, child... What's with all this scandal?" Chiron wondered, looking down at me. I reached the porch and stared at him. The words didn't seem to want to get out with coherence and I end up babbling random words.

"I-Ian... C-car... Argus!" I ran, looking for him. He was standing next to Big House, looking at me as if I grew another head "Please... I- I need to go..." I sobbed out, hiding my face in my hands. A hand was placed over my shoulder, making me look up at a very serious Argus, who gestured me with his head that we should walk towards the entrance "Thank you" I whispered, following him. Only then, I remembered something. I kneeled down and petted Umbreon's fur "Go back into the cave, I'll be back for you" I promised him. He yipped at me and I kissed his fur before sprinting down the Hill.

I walked into the hospital, pushing people out of my way to get to the reception, where I could find anything about Octavian.

"Excuse me!" I called the attention of the receptionist, who gave me a stern look. Sue me, I was worried and I might had pushed people out of my way "Octavian Alexander... Where is him?!"

"Young lady, that's not the way-"

"I don't care!" I snapped at her. I was giving a damn about manners at the moment "My boyfriend was just admitted in this hospital, he was in a car accident and I'm the only relative I have! I need to know how. Is. He?!" OK, I might have lied a little, but it wasn't that far from the truth. I had cut all ties with my parents since I was legally an adult. And, three weeks to the start of college, the only reminder I had from them was my last name and my trust fond (which I was looking a good cause to spend it in) "Please..." I added at the end, for dramatic effect.

"Mr. Alexander was admitted in surgery and I'm not sure when he'll be released" the receptionist replied, frowning at me. I didn't care and nodded.

"Which floor?"

"4th"

I didn't wait anymore. I sprinted down the hallway and climbed the stairs as if my life depends on it.

"Please, someone must know something!" I snapped at the receptionist of the surgery's floor.

"Please, Miss... Calm down-"

"You've been saying that for the past ten minutes! How do you expect me to calm down when I was told my boyfriend is fighting for his life?!" I ranted at her, unable to calm down. I was afraid I was gonna be admitted into the hospital for a meltdown.

"Mr. Alexander?" A male voice asked before the receptionist could open her mouth again. I turned around and saw a doctor, taking his surgical mask off. He was in his late fifties and was polished.

"How's my boyfriend?" I questioned him, forgetting about the mean receptionists "Please, tell me he's OK..."

"You may wanna sit down..." the doctor offered me. I paled. I've seen too many medical shows to know the real meaning of that sentence "I have some good and bad news"

"G-good news, first" I decided, trying to hope for the best.

"The good news is that Mr. Alexander is out of danger" I breathed out in relief "The airbag worked efficiently and protected all his organs, as well as the seatbelt"

"Why was he in surgery?" I wondered. If what he said was right, he wouldn't need surgery.

"The other vehicle, a truck, crossed with red light and collided directly with his seat, smashing the door into his side. Some sherds of metal were incrusted into his side and we had to removed them before they made more damage" the doctor explained to me, as if I was dumb. Though I was dumb, I didn't appreciate his attitude.

"What are the bad news?"

"During the surgery, Mr. Alexander went into coma" I paled completely at his words.

Coma...

Coma...

"No..." I refused to believe it. Octavian couldn't be in a coma. He can't leave me...

"We need to know if he signed any paper that would allow us to interrupt his life-"

"No" I blurted out, glaring at him. Like Hades that I was ending his life! Plus, Hades promised me he wouldn't look after his soul until we were older "My boyfriend will remain in life support, I don't care how much it costs, I'll pay for it" I decided in the moment. I'd work for the money if I have to.

"Miss, you should consider-"

"Consider what?! You're telling me that my boyfriend is fine and yet, you, someone that should be looking after life over anything, are telling me that I should consider end his life?!" I cut him, fuming and angry. He took a step back, scared of my reaction. Good... "I never want to hear that option again, Doctor" I threaten him.

"Of course, Miss" was his quickly reply.

"Now, I wanna see him" I ordered him. Was like if he was charmspoke him, because he turned around and guided me towards Octavian's room. He left me at the door, while I gathered my courage to get in.

Sighing, I pushed the door open. Octavian was lying in bed, attached to wires. He was paled, his skin between purple and blue, with several cuts all around. He had a bandage around his head and a tube coming out of his mouth. He was dressed in one of those hospital gowns, his working clothes nowhere to be seen. I quickly rushed to his side and grabbed his hand in mine. And, guess what I did next?

I broke down next to him.

Chapter 4... I hope we're not breaking you much...