Kirsten woke early the next morning, feeling like she's actually had a good nights sleep. That was definitely something that hadn't happened in a while. She quietly slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake Sandy. She headed down the stairs to the kitchen. Half expecting to see Seth there, she was disappointed when the kitchen was dead quiet. She went to his room, just wanting to see him. She stopped outside his door. If he was awake he was going to think she was checking up on him. She knew first hand what that felt like, and also how much she hated it. Pondering what to do, she jumped when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry" Ryan said, not intending to scare her.
"It's ok. I was just…you know…"
"I was coming to check on him too" Ryan admitted.
Kirsten smiled. "Great minds think alike I guess"
"Obviously" Ryan smiled back, walking in front of her and opening Seth's door. He could tell she felt a bit uncomfortable about it.
Seth was fast asleep, quite unusual for him. He was usually the one waking up Ryan at all hours of the morning. Ryan frowned, thinking hard. Something wasn't quite right here. He could feel it.
Kirsten walked a little closer to her sleeping son, picking up on a similar vibe to Ryan's. He had the covers almost covering his face, so she pulled them back a little. She took a step back when she noticed his other wrist. Those cuts definitely weren't there yesterday. As more guilt washed through her body, she touched him lightly on the shoulder, but he didn't even flinch.
"Seth…" she said.
"Seth…" she repeated, a little louder. Shaking him a little, she shot a horrified look at Ryan.
Ryan was standing there in shock, unsure what to do.
"Something's wrong with him Ryan" she said hurriedly. "He's not waking up"
"Is he still breathing?" Ryan asked, putting his head on his chest.
Kirsten ran into the kitchen to grab the phone. Tears began to fall form her eyes as she dialed the number. What on earth had she done now? She walked back into his room, to see Ryan still desperately trying to wake him up.
"He's not waking up, but he's still breathing" he said, tears also falling from his eyes.
Kirsten nodded, holding the phone to her ear. Ryan could see she was about to break. She was breathing heavily, and she had gone very pale in colour. Ryan took the phone off her, taking her arm.
"I'll do it. Go and wake Sandy"
Kirsten closed her eyes, choking on her tears. Heading out the door, she could hear Ryan talking in the background.
"Yeah…I need an ambulance. He's not breathing. We can't wake him up…"
He's not breathing. We can't wake him up. The words echoed through Kirsten's head as she bolted up the stairs. Oh god…Oh God…she started to panic inside. She felt like she was going to be sick. She raced to their room, to see Sandy sleepily roll over.
"Kirsten. What's wrong?" He asked, noticing the expression on her face.
"It's Seth…" she said through her tears. The room felt like it was spinning around her. Her head was throbbing. She still felt like being sick.
Sandy jumped out of bed, just in time to grab her as she collapsed.
"I need you to stay here with Kirsten" Sandy said once the ambulance had picked Seth up.
"I want to go to the hospital Sandy. I need to see if he's alright…" Ryan said, tears still falling from his eyes.
Sandy put his hands on his shoulders, feeling him shaking.
"Please. Stay with her. I'll call you as soon as I know what's happening."
Ryan nodded, watching Sandy grab his keys and fly out the door. Ryan stood in the middle of the kitchen, before breaking down. Seth was his brother. If anything had happened to him…he wouldn't be able to cope. He waited a few minutes until he had calmed down a bit, before walking up the stairs. Standing in her doorway, he saw the passed out Kirsten on her bed. Her face was pale, and she seemed to be sweating. Ryan went into the bathroom, and got a damped cloth. He held it to her forehead, sitting on the bed beside her sleeping figure.
Sandy ran through the emergency room doors, heading straight to a nurse on the front desk.
"My son…he was brought in here a few minutes ago. Seth Cohen…"
"The doctors are with him now. I'll take you to a waiting area."
"But is he going to be ok? I need to know now…please…is he going to be alright?" Sandy asked pleadingly.
The nurse looked at him sympathetically, shaking her head.
"I really don't know."
He followed her in a daze to another room, a much quieter one. Sitting down, he felt tears come to his eyes. If anything happened to Seth…it literally would break their family.