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"I'll drive," Seth announced after he looked at Ryan's hand. Ryan nodded and took the front passenger seat. Marissa sat in the back, for once it didn't bother her. Rarely she sat in the back, and never alone. Only before Kaitlin was born had she always sat alone in the back. Back then her life wasn't filled with woe. Sometimes, like now, she begged to go back to then.
No one said a word as they drove to the hospital. Everyone's minds were reeling. None of them knew what would happen next.
Ryan tried everything to not look at his hands. Mostly he stared at the scenery. Newport was a different place when you were driving to see if a friend was still alive. The only time he saw Newport this way was two months ago.
He never remembered Seth calling 911, but Seth had. The ambulance came and put Trey on the stretcher, with him barely alive. One of his lungs failed, and Ryan jumped in the ambulance with his brother. He himself had injuries, but none of them mattered. His brother was dying.
Their whole history was gone. All that mattered was that moment. Ryan remembered watching the paramedics try and save Trey. Ryan held his brother's hand. They had arrived at the hospital and Ryan stayed by his brother's side. He got as far as the surgery doors, where they operated and tried to help him. Trey had been awake the whole time. Who knew how, but he had been.
"See ya Little Brother."
Those had been Trey Atwood's final words.
He died four minutes later.
Ryan watched through the small glass square on the door. He watched it all, for the longest four minutes that ever existed.
He had never heard anything louder than Trey Atwood's flatline.
"Time of death: 9:42," an exasperated doctor sighed. He turned around and walked out of the operating room to see Ryan. "I'm sorry but..."
"I know," Ryan stared through the glass at his dead brother. Only once had he looked to the doctor that seemed sincerely sorry. His hands were still covered in Trey's warm blood. Ryan had been allowed to go in, and say goodbye to his only brother.
Seth braking the car brought Ryan out of his daze. Newport Memorial stared at him and he jumped out and headed in. A few nurses recognized him. Usually that was a good thing, but in hospitals, it was just depressing.
Ryan took lead and found where Summer was, but none of them couldn't see her. All that they could do was wait. They took their seats in the waiting room.
Two hours had gone by with no word from anyone. Tension was high, and they were losing patience.
"What's taking them so long?" Marissa begged, wanting to see her best friend.
"What if she's dead?" Seth wondered. In such a short time, his whole life was falling apart.
"What?" Marissa lifted her head off her knees, which were held close to her chest.
"What is she's already dead and they're just trying to figure out how to tell us?" Seth moved his gaze to across him, where Ryan and Marissa both sat.
"Don't think that," Marissa argued, growing fearful with Seth's thoughts.
"She lost a ton of blood. And I never got to tell her everything," Seth kept going.
"Seth..." Marissa started.
"I mean, I've told her I love her, but I never really told her how much she means to me. And for all we know, it might be too late," Seth couldn't stop his rant.
"Seth, please. Stop it," Marissa was falling apart.
"What? I'm just speaking the truth," Seth felt that he was losing everything dear to him.
"Well, just stop it. You're freaking me out," Marissa yelled.
Just then, Neil Roberts appeared and rushed in, and took a quick look at the three teens before rushing off to find his daughter.
It was two thirty in the morning when he finally returned. Marissa had fallen asleep on Ryan and Seth had curled up in a ball in his chair. Ryan was the only one still awake, not even tired. Hours back they called their parents, and all of them were so scared. Sandy offered to come in, but Seth told him not to worry, even though there was a lot to worry about.
Ryan had never met Mr. Roberts before, and they shook hands before Ryan nudged Marissa awake.
"Oh, Dr. Roberts, how's Summer?" Marissa was barely awake, and her voice caused Seth to stir.
"Right now, she's postictal," Neil answered her.
"What?" Marissa had never heard that word before.
"That's the period of time after a seizure. She's sleeping right now," Neil couldn't even remember Summer having an episode as bad as this.
"What about her head?" Ryan then asked as Seth stumbled over.
"Well, she did lose a lot of blood. And the doctors want to put her in a medical coma," Neil was careful not to say 'again.' Summer had been put in one once before.
"A coma? For how long?" Marissa grew worried for her friend. This wasn't normal.
"Just a few days. They want to monitor some things. Just procedure. Don't worry," Neil wanted them to leave. He vowed with his daughter that he would not tell her friends what she had.
"When can we see her?" Seth wondered.
"Not for a while. You should go home," Neil answered, growing tired. "I'll call Marissa's mother if anything changes."
"Thank you," Marissa said, and all three turned to leave. They exited the hospital silently.
"Man, we've been here too many times," Seth broke the ice after they got in the car. Ryan now drove, his hands washed away of Summer's blood hours earlier, yet the pain was still there.
It was nearing three when they dropped Marissa off at the Bait Shop to get her car.
"Do you think Summer'll be okay?" Seth asked his brother. The two had been distant lately, both dealing with the drama in each of their lives. Seth was adjusting slowly to his mother at rehab, and Ryan was coping with the death of Trey.
"She should be fine," Ryan answered. Seth looked over, and there was still a pressure scar on Ryan's neck. Ryan had changed that night, and he wasn't the same anymore. More introverted, quieter, a force inside him gone.
"Are you sure? Because I'm scared. I mean, they're putting her in a coma. Why does she have to be monitored? What's wrong with her?" Seth asked. He wished he was still with her. Their relationship ended about a week after Trey's death when Seth supposedly "had no feelings for anyone else whatsoever." Seth disagreed with Summer's claim.
"Seth, the coma is just precautionary. They want to make sure she's okay," Ryan didn't admit it, but he was also worried about Summer. But not in the same way as Seth did. Ryan had seen Summer have an 'episode' earlier that day. Something big was definitely going on. And even though he hated doing it, he would have to confront her once she woke up.
Sandy Cohen heard the door open, and he woke up. He was waiting for his two sons in the kitchen.
Life had been falling apart ever since Caleb died. Sandy missed his wife so badly, but she only had two more weeks. He talked to her almost every day, and earlier, he had gone with Seth to visit her. He only was allowed to visit her every two weeks. She had been at rehab a month now.
"We're home!" Seth yelled and Sandy pulled himself up. He welcomed both his sons, glad to have someone to accompany him in this lonely house.
"How's Summer?" Sandy asked the two tired-looking boys. Ryan looked especially exhausted. Well, lately, Ryan always did. Ever since Trey died, Ryan seemed more awkward with the Cohens. The two families had met under depressing pretenses.
"Postictal," Seth repeated Neil's words.
"She had a seizure?" Sandy had worked on seizure cases before. Only two, but he knew enough.
"How did you know that?" Seth asked his father and grabbed something to drink.
"I did some cases with seizures. But anyways, how bad was it?" Sandy wondered.
"Well, the seizure was, I don't know. Is there like a seizure scale, because I'd give it an 8. But she cracked her head open on the way down," Seth answered, feeling his body just completely taking over. His emotions were too confusing.
"Any brain damage?" Ever since Kirsten left, Sandy tried to be more involved with their sons. Seth was easy to talk to. Without Summer, he needed someone to ramble to. Ryan, on the other hand, had pretty much shut himself out of everything.
"No, but they're putting her in a coma for a few days. They have to 'monitor' her," Seth replied as Ryan tried to sneak away. He didn't feel right about talk to the Cohens.
"Hey Ryan," Sandy stopped his blonde haired son. "You wanna talk?"
"No. I'm okay," Ryan gave Sandy the credit of at least asking.
"What's up with him?" Seth whispered to his dad.
"Ryan? He's just in a weird state now. You would be too if your brother died," Sandy answered, feeling bad for Ryan.
"Yeah, but Trey was, like, killing him. Of course Ryan went over there to kill Trey," Seth pointed out.
"Nah. Ryan'd never kill someone. He just wanted to hurt him like he'd been hurt. Trey, Trey would've gone through with it. If Marissa hadn't stopped him, Ryan'd be dead," Sandy hypothesized as Ryan lightly shut the door. He had heard it all.
That's why he hated talking. Who was actually listening?
He got ready to sleep. Taking off his shirt, you could see tiny little scars all over. The doctors said they'd eventually go away, but they were deep. Trey had jammed all the glass shards of that table into Ryan's back.
He hadn't felt any of the pain until about five minutes after Trey passed. The pain had come all at once, his neck throbbing, his back trickling little droplets of blood, his breath short.
The doctors gave him a room and stitched him up, and never once had he said a thing. All he could think about was Trey.
Ryan passed by a calendar. He never kept up with them, but he noticed this time. In less than two weeks, his birthday would approach. His first birthday with the Cohens. Ryan doubted they knew.
They had celebrated Seth's birthday each time, October 17th, and Marissa's, September 30th. He remembered Summer's birthday was August 13th, so all of their birthdays went in a row. He was first. July 6th.
Every year, he'd get one worth while present. Theresa would give him one lone cupcake. She'd have one of course, homemade. Every year for the last...ever.
Ryan laid down in bed, and tried to let his thoughts disappear. But they were his voice. Except no one heard it.
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