an: disclaimed. I love you all(: so very, very much(: and i'm almost done with the story:D and it only took one whole year(:
"Ehmagawd, I can't believe this!" Charles exclaimed as he entered Antoinette's all-white hospital room, save for the little paintings hung on the wall.
Massie was sitting on a green cushioned chair, holding Antoinette's hand. She was deathly afraid for her; she had slipped into a coma, due to the damages to the brain. The doctors informed Massie that if she wouldn't wake up in the next three days, it could lead to extremely bad news. Massie shut her eyes and squeezed Antoinette's hand, hoping and praying that she'd wake up. Antoinette, although they'd met only a couple of months ago, had become a part of her life, for some reason. She'd need here there if ever she broke down again.
She was strong. And that's what Massie needed. Strength.
Charles's eyes were swollen and red, the tears spilling out of his eyes ruining his mascara. "I called her mom from Spain, that's where she's at right now. Oh, my poor Latina," he bawled into Antoinette's blanket.
Massie sniffled, trying to hold back the tears ready to let themselves go. What was happening to her life ? Who was doing this to the people she loved? Massie needed answers. She needed someone to explain all that was happening to her. She needed anyone to listen to her.
"What about her dad?" Massie mumbled, trying not to look at Charles for fear that if she saw his tears, she'd burst, too.
Charles shook his head. "Her dad left Antoinette and her mom years ago. He was an ass, I'm glad he left."
Massie only nodded, unsure of what to think at the moment. Just then, Josh came in, his eye still visibly bruised. He was carrying a vase of flowers and a fruit basket on his other hand. "I heard 'bout what happened from Dana," he murmured as he came closer.
Massie took the things he was holding and placed them on the bedside drawer. She nodded, not able to spare a glance at Josh. These days, she couldn't hold herself as gracefully as she could before all of this happened. "How are you, though, Josh?" she managed to inquire, her fingers playing with the jasmines that separated the calla lilies from the tulips.
Josh shrugged, his eyes glued to Antoinette's unconscious body. Charles was still bawling hysterically into her blanket. Josh would've been one to make fun of that, if he didn't feel so bad. He gulped and in his best everything's-going-to-be-alright voice, he said, "I'm good. And Dana is, too. And Cam, and Kristen. But I don't know 'bout Derrick. Haven't seen him since..." His voice trailed off, leaving a sense of incomplete thoughts to be pondered upon.
Massie nodded, her eyes leading themselves out to the window. She saw the whole of Westchester out the window; the green trees, the children laughing and playing in the park, lovers holding hands, the sun just about to set on everyone. She sighed. She needed to be one of them. She wanted to be a part of that.
"Get better, Massie," Josh murmured quietly.
an: i know, filler. but i just needed you guys to know what happened to antoinette, mmyeah? :D oh, and ^^ i hope that that answers what the frequently asked question was; whether or not antoinette died. unfortunately for chris plovert, i did not kill her. :)
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