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Chapter 10: It's my fault
The hospital was surprisingly empty. The sterile white walls gleamed in the bright, harsh glare of the overhead lights. The attendant thought there would have been more people in the room on Halloween. You know, pranks gone bad, allergic reactions, costume malfunctions, something! But nothing, and she was missing Jersey Shore! Then, the wail of sirens rapidly grew louder with each passing second. Here is comes, the attendant thought.
The doors flew open and in came the storms of worry. A girl with wet reddish hair was lying on a stretcher, blue lips and sheet white skin. Hypothermia and shock, the attendant noted accurately. The poor girl seemed to have fell in a pool or something like it, maybe even the ocean. The mob of paramedics wheeled by train on a railway.
Meanwhile...
Dante, Zhalia, and Lok rode in silence. With the occasional sniffle or shiver, they were silent. At least on the outside. Lok's heart was pounding a mile a minute; his mind raced faster than a car on the racetrack. What if she...died? She meant more to Lok than anything in the entire world. She was his best friend. If she died, he would have failed, again.
When he was younger, Lok's best friend, Billy, was bullied because of his disorder. As they grew up, it affected Billy more and more, and no matter what Lok did, it never stopped. One day it became too much for Billy and he killed himself right in the front of the class.. His family moved because of this fact. Lok vowed he would make a friend, so when he saw Sophie as a potential friend, he snapped at the bitches antics. Never again would he watch someone be victimised. Never again.
But he couldn't stop everything. It didn't matter the first time, and it didn't matter now. He couldn't make a difference. He thought he could, and now Sophie is in the hospital, maybe dying.
"Guys," Lok's voice was raw from restraining sobs, "Let's pray."
"I'm not religious." Zhalia's voice mingled with sobs. Lok hugged her,
"Me neither, but Sophie is. She told me that God will save her, and if we need help, pray to him for help and guidance. She said He didn't care if we were previously religious or not. Come on, she taught me what to say." Dante nodded in the mirror. He knew that Sophie was a strong Roman Catholic.
"Lord, I know we don't usually talk to you; well, we actually never talk to you, but our friend does. She is a true believer in your power, so please spare her life. Please let her live. If she lives, I'll go to Church with her for a month, I promise. Just please, don't take her from us. Please, we need her. I need her. Please." Tears were running a race down the blonde's face by the end of his desperate prayer.
"We're here." Lok launched himself out of the car and sprinted to the door. The doors slid smoothly. The attendant, a middle-aged woman with black hair, said,
"I assume you are here for the young lady?" Lok nodded and read the concerned expression on the woman's face. Dante and Zhalia ran in after.
"I'll do any paper work you require." The woman listlessly pushed him a clipboard.
"Can we see her?" Lok asked. The black haired woman shook her head.
"I'm sorry. But you can be the first to see her." Lok nodded, tears still in his eyes. He tried to sit down next to Zhalia and Dante, but his mind wouldn't let him rest. So the blonde boy resorted to pacing. The smiling faces of the celebrities in the magazine's taunted him endlessly. A snow storm of thoughts whirled in his head.
The seconds ticked by slowly into minutes. The minutes blurred into hours. Seconds to minutes to hours, Lok didn't care. Sophie wasn't next to him. She was hurt and maybe dead. The doors screeched open. Two twin series of footstep were followed by a slower gait. In walked Rassamov, Wind, and Scarlet. The three waiting friends snapped. Zhalia lunged at Scarlet, Dante punched Wind in the face, and Lok slammed Rassamov into the wall. The villains didn't bother to fight back.
"YOU! YOU ARE THE REASON SOPHIE COULD DIE! IT IS ALL YOUR FAULTS! ARE YOU HAPPY? HUH? YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT! JUST LIKE YOU SPOILED, RICH, POPULAR KIDS ALWAYS DO! NOW YOU COME HERE TO GLOAT! BUT ALL YOU DO IS DRIVE PEOPLE TO THEIR EARLY DEATH BEDS! ARE YOU PROUD?
"ARE YOU PROUD HOW YOU TORTURE SOULS JUST TRYING TO GET BY? ARE YOU PROUD OF YOUR MURDER ATTEMPT? She could be dead. SHE COULD BE DEAD! MY BEST FRIEND, DEAD, AGAIN, ALL BECAUSE OF YOU POPULAR PEOPLE WHO THINK YOU ARE BETTER! NEWS FLASH, YOU'RE NOT!" Lok looked at all three captives.
"We are better than you. We don't need to put other down and hurt other to make us feel good. You are all fakes. You are insecure and selfish people. I hope you are proud. Now leave. LEAVE! NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE! Not me, not Zhalia, and especially not Sophie." Lok let Rassamov go. Dante and Zhalia did likewise with their prisoners. The three got up and exited quietly. They didn't even get to say a word.
The attendant was impressed at the boy's show of bravery. She spoke up quietly,
"Sophie is very lucky to have a boyfriend like you." The woman turned to the back before Lok could reply. The doctor came in.
"Is anyone here for Ms. Casterwill?" The three in the room raised their hands.
"Is she okay?" Lok's voice was bordering a yell.
"She's...she's...well, um she's..." Lok took the silence as an answer.
"She's dead?" Tears started to pour out of his crystal blue eyes again.
"Oh no, she's alive but barely. She's in shock slightly. You can visit but one at a time, and don't upset her." Dante and Zhalia pushed the toe-head forward. The doctor and blonde boy disappeared through the doorway. Zhalia leaned into Dante's arms.
"What are we going to do?" The blueberry hair colored girl's voice was so full of despair that it shattered Dante's heart.
"I have no idea."