A Fast and Furious fic
Playlist
Rise Against - Worth Dying For
Take me - In this moment I refuse to close my eyes anymore
From this world
Save me ~ what if we all die young?
Don't ask me why 'cause I don't know
Part 3: Chapter 2: There was ignorance and bad news
As Twinkee lay sleeping on the couch, he looked like the old him.
The him who would have too much energy drink and drive you crazy, the young teenager who liked his customized car more than him, the boy that taught me you can love and hate someone at the exact same time.
'He'll be okay, Lina.' Han said, leaning on the kitchen table next to me and he intertwined our fingers.
I breathed deeply and glanced at the Korean model beside me, 'what'd he do, Han? Did he tell you?'
When Twink was crying, I'd left him and Han to have a talk while I went downstairs to the lobby to call Roman and let him know where I was. To say he was surprised to hear me and Han were back in Tokyo was an understatement but he didn't question it and instead wished us luck.
When I'd returned, Twink was sleeping and Han was in the bedroom.
As I looked at Han now I could tell even through the silence and stoic expression on his face that he was holding something back from me. 'What is it?'
'It doesn't matter now, Lina. What's done is done.' Han then stood and went to take my hand but I withdrew it.
'Maybe it does and maybe is doesn't. Matter of the fact is, I wanna know what happened to persuade Twink into thinking he had to join a crew to get away from it all.'
Han closed his eyes as if he was calming himself down and took laboured breaths. I didn't mean to piss him off but we'd been dating for just over three months and already, we were acting like a married couple and if I thought Han would have trouble being in a relationship, I knew marriage was off the table.
'He isn't our son, Lee. He isn't our responsibility.' I stood from my seat, rounding the table to stand in front of him, between his legs and brushed my hands down his face. His eyes didn't open but he smiled shortly and took my waist in his firm grip.
'Doesn't mean we can't make things right.' I whispered and kissed his lips.
Gently at first until he deepened it and then dragging eachother to the bedroom, we were liplocked and in the moment until loud snoring from the other room sounded and just as I was finished unbuttoning Han's blue overshirt, I leaned my head on his chest and laughed.
'Here comes the no privacy part of our relationship,' Han said with a sigh.
'I think we had more than enough of privacy in Cyprus, don't you?' I winked at him and went into the bathroom to turn the shower on, loud enough to drown out the sounds next door and hopefully to drown out the sounds we would make in here.
Han stalked into the bathroom as well and smirked. Closing and locking the door behind him, he took me up in his arms and placed my bacm against the wall.
This would never get old.
It was the sound of someone's voice that woke me up the next morning.
I was wrapped in the soft hotel bed duvet with a very beautiful man laying beside me, shirtless and although his hair was a little mussed, he was still flawless. I sat up and listened out thinking I was still dreaming until I heard a curse word from the living room outside.
'I know them. They're my friends. They won't tell anyone I'm here.'
Grabbing my jeans and shirt from the floor, I threw them on and tip toed to the bedroom door, placing an ear on the frame. The voice was muffled but I could tell it was Twinkee's and he was talking in hushed sentences making it difficult to make out the things he was saying.
'...I don't... No- I told you... We are goi-... Please, Marl! No you can't... I don-...'
'You know listening to other peoples conversations is rude. Even if they are guests.'
The voice from the bed made me jump a mile in the air and placing a hand to my heart, I shot Han a glare. 'I'm not listening, I was just... There was a mark on the door, I was checking to see what it was.'
My excuse was pathetic and even though he knew I knew he didn't buy it, Han just smirked at me.
A bang on the door next to me made me squeal with fright once more and I could've punched the stupid fucker in the face.
'Guys! You awake?'
Opening the door a little too hastily, I quickly walked out and slammed it behind me so that Han had his privacy to dress without any wandering eyes that weren't mine.
'What's up?' I asked him making my way to the kitchen fridge.
'Lina... I wanted to say sorry for last night.' When I looked at the boy who'd only last night was arguing with me and even went to hit me, I saw the boy that I saw every day of my life three years ago. He was the same inside, and outside if you looked closely. But what happened to make him think there was no way out except joining a crew?
'Twink, it's okay.' I told him and although I couldn't find it in my heart yet to run over and embrace him like long lost friends because I didn't think we BOTH was ready for that yet, I still found it in me to smile at him.
Twinkee took a seat at the kitchen table and sighed. 'Wanna take a seat?'
Finally... I thought and wanted to jump in joy.
Instead, I silently nodded and sat down preparing to hear what could possibly be a life changing story.
'DK's dead.' He began with a quick introduction and at first, I thought I'd misheard him. 'I'm sorry, what?'
'Takashi. Is dead.' Twinkee said in more clear terms and he couldn't meet my eyes. Bowing his head as if in shame, I could only stare at him wide eyed. Takashi, the man who I was not exactly close to and the reason me and Han could be six feet under the ground now - I couldn't say I was upset.
'How?' I asked even though I wasn't sure if I even wanted to know.
'Shot. Three times. Two in the back of the dead, one in the heart.' Twinkee's voice took a dark turn and it was lowered slightly as if remembering the scene was almosy enjoyable for him.
'Execution style,' I said subconciously, 'how'd you know he's dead?'
Twinkee looked up at me and those brilliant green eyes I'd come to adore glinted mischieviously as if he was a five year old who'd been caught stealing cookies, 'because I was the one who shot him.'
At first I thought I'd misheard him.
Or at the very least misunderstood him. He'd shot DK. He'd shot and killed someone. Even though I loved Twinkee from the bottom of my heart, I suddenly found
myself feeling dirty just sitting on the same table as him.
I brushed my arms self conciously and watched Twink look a little guilty for the first time since we'd sat down.
'Lina... He almost killed you and Han... I had to do-'
'No,' I said in an almost whisper, 'I don't think you did anything. I think this fucking crew of yours told you what to do and you were a sheep - following orders.'
'Hey, it didn't go down like that!' Twink was now on his feet and I felt like it was yesterday again. 'Takashi ran your car off the road, Han bailed and you were left for dead. Someone had to do something to make things right!'
'Things didn't have to be made right!' I yelled back at him, 'I was fine, Han was fine! And now someone is dead because you're in the wrong crowd.'
'Don't call my crew a wrong crowd, Lina. Like you're a fucking saint anyway.' Twink had his hands braced against the table and he looked like he was trembling and even though warning signs were going off in my head - I didn't stop getting in his face.
'Twink, when things go wrong, you can't just shoot someone and expect everything to be fine oh fuckin' dandy.' I rolled my eyes and threw myself against the counter, leaning heavily on it as I attempted to process this.
Just as I was about to speak, Han emerged from the bedroom. His face wasn't angry - more frustrated.
Approaching the both of us, he sat at the table and began to casually eat his packet of chocolate covered peanuts. His eyes were trained on the paper I'd picked up from the lobby last night and he relaxed as if the scene hadn't just happened.
'Are you two gonna stand there all day and argue or are we gonna move past this?'
'Move past this? Are you kidding me right now, Han? Twink shot someone!' I kicked the kitchen chair so it crashed into the kitchen table hard.
Suddenly, I heard another sound. And when I looked up to expect to see Twinkee, I didn't. Because he was laying on the floor in a fetal position, his body spasming violently. His head smacked against the hard kitchen floor making sickening breaking sounds.
Not missing a beat, Han and I fell to the floor beside him, me cradling his head breathing in raspy breaths. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.
Han was trying to unclench Twinkee's fingers that were digging into the table legs, making Twine's fingers bleed with the strength he had. He locked a worried gaze with me and I nodded, understanding.
Han thens stood up and grabbed the phone, being quickly connected to the reception, we were promised emergency services within fifteen minutes.
I just hope Twink held out for that long.
I hated hospitals.
When I came to after the wreck, the first thing I wanted to do was leave. The smell, the entire aura, the atmosphere even the people make me feel sick. It's too white for a start and to me, hospitals are just ironic.
In one room, someone could've just come out of a successful operation that saved their lives while in the next room, the flat line sound could be the only thing that is reminded friends and family that they've just lost someone.
The waiting room was no exception. It made me sick to my stomach as some people were wheeled in from ambulances, some people were sat here holding bloody tissues to their heads and some were just here because they've sprained a toe or some shit.
'Mr and Mrs Tale?'
Although Han and I hadn't actually legally changed our names, we were still careful in public places, such as checking into hotels or in this case, hospitals, we always go as Hansel and Gretel Tale.
The looks on people's faces are just priceless.
Han stood up and I along with him. 'Is Trey okay?'
The doctor was young. Perhaps in his mid thirties and held a black clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other, 'I'm afraid I have some bad news. Mr Watts epilepsy has-'
'Epilepsy?' I asked, astonished at the revelation.
The doctor faultered for a moment and looked between me and then to Han who looked just as shocked at this news. Taking it upon himself to shine a light, the doctor inhaled and ushered us into a nearby room away from listening ears. 'Mr Watts was diagnosed with epilepsy three years ago.'
I could feel the tears brewing in my eyes and spotting the blue couch behind me, I fell onto it, holding a hand to my heart. Han remained standing with the doctor and had his arms across his chest.
My eyes snapped to Han, 'did you know about this? Is this what you couldn't tell me?'
Han rolled his eyes, 'I didn't know about this. I knew about,' his voice fell to a whisper, 'the other part. The DK part.'
'Are you family of Mr Watts?' The doctor asked suddenly.
Han shook his head, 'guardians.'
Although the doctor looked hesitant, he didn't ask about our involvement in Twink's life to which we were grateful for. Instead, he sighed sadly and flipped a page on his clipboard.
'Well, it's gotten worse. We're looking into it and more often than not, it's usually caused by stress, ignoring his medication, things like that. It's not uncommon to have a seizure now and again and thankfully this one brought the more serious ordeal to our attention.'
'Which is?' I asked now. What could be worse than this?
The doctor glanced at Han and then took a seat beside me on the blue couch, 'Mrs Tale, has Mr Watts ever said to you that his head is hurting? Headaches? Migraines? Lack of concentration?'
I was shaking my head by the time he'd even finished and I gestured between myself and Han, 'we moved away. We've just come back. We had no...' I trailed off feeling a frog in my throat and knew if I continued to talk I'd be crying.
'What're you trying to say, doctor?' Han spoke up from his place and the doctor reluctantly met his eye.
He probably felt a little intimidated. Although he looked older, the doctor was about a foot shorter than Han and the way he was standing with that nonchalant look made him look fairly scary. But it took someone who knew Han Lue well enough to know he was just as worried as I was.
'Mr Watts has a benign neoplasm in his cerberal hemisphere.'
I looked up at Han who shared the same look. Confusion. I swallowed my emotion and choked up, 'which means?'
The doctor looked weary but he bowed his head in respect as he confessed, 'a brain tumour ma'am.'
Devastation washed over me and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Han was at my side immediately and his rythmitic rubbing on my back from his palm reminded me that I wasn't the one hurting right now.
Han had been with Twink for just as long as me and although Twinkee felt more like a little brother to me, Han cared a lot for the kid even if he wouldn't admit it.
'Cancer?' Han asked and I closed my eyes tight wishing the answer to be negative.
'Benign means it's not cancerous. Or, that we know of yet.' The doctor paused as I scoffed, 'we're considering the best bet is surgery.'
I wiped my cheeks on my sleeve and leaned further into Han, 'he was being weird before... Like... l-like behaviour and stuff.'
The doctor nodded, 'commonly the epilepsy can cause behaviourial problems and attitude changes. Like I said before, Mr Watts has probably been ignoring his medication. Additional stress caused the seizure which brought the tumour to our attention.'
'You didn't see it before?' Han asked incredulously.
'The brain is heavily protected by the skull, Mr Tale. Our tests were performed on Mr Watts three years ago. Nothing in our scans ever suggested a possible tumour. I'm afraid that unfortunately, tumours can just pop up from anywhere.'
I was clencing my fingers into Han's shirt collar, pulling him towards me. I needed something to tell me that I wasn't dreaming or I'd hope to wake up and be disappointed when I didn't. As the doctor excused himself, I let out my compressed sobs.
We stayed like that for a while.
Our lives had turned from nothing to everything back to reality. I couldn't describe the elevated feeling when we were faced with all that money and again, I couldn't explain the feeling now. It was heartbreaking to hear someone so young had a condition so major.
Twink was diagnosed with epilepsy, ignored his medication, got into a crew, continued to ignore his medication, killed Takashi, along with lack of medication and additional pressure from the murder, he was now a critically ill patient with a brain tumour.
How could someone so good have something so evil within them?
'Han?' I got his attention and pulled away from his embrace. 'You know what this means, right?'
Han knew the answer and nodded.
Pulling me to him again, I pressed my face closer to his warmth, breathing in his scent, 'we are needed here now to make things right. For Twinkee's sake, we have to stay.'
'I'll look for houses close to this hospital first thing tomorrow morning.'
A/N: Dun, Dun, DUN!
~ Ello Harley