RandomWriter23: Ahhh I took a big risk and I hope you're liking this *bites lip nervously*

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BTR-maslow-luv97: I HAD TO DON'T KILL ME EEP I hope this update is soon enough :3

AusllyBeliever: Exactly! I would literally kill someone if they tried to hurt him

thesandbar: That would be quite unnerving mmhm O.o Ken and his brothers are so precious (: OK I'M SORRY IT SEEMED GOOD WHEN I WROTE IT SO I RAN WITH IT DON'T SHOOT ME PLEASE

frannyfry: I really hate Colin. A lot. And I created him. Whoops O.o

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The nurse checking Colin's vitals shrieked and covered her face, moving away from me as I ran into the room.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Grabbing the vase of flowers of his bedside table, I threw it at the wall and watched as it shattered into a million pieces. I picked up a shard and went at him, finding it hard to breathe as I tore open his cheek.

"How could you? How could you?" Placing the tip against his throat, I burned with rage as he smirked at me.

"Go ahead, doll. Do it."

"Please, miss. Please put that down." The nurse found her voice and took a step forward, holding an outstretched hand.

I turned to her, anger and hate and disbelief emanating from my very core. "Do you know what he's done?"

"It was an accident. That's what the doctors said!"

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "See, now that's where you're wrong. He wanted it to happen. Didn't you?" I questioned Colin as I pushed the sharp piece of vase further into his throat, blood trickling out of the small cut appearing.

"You'll never know."

"I will. And I'll prove it. Just watch, you son of a bitch!"

"Step away from the man and place the weapon down."

I turned to the gruff voice addressing me, a big beefy security guard.

"Nah, c'mon, let's see her do it," Colin taunted. "She hasn't got the guts."

"Oh I do. But I'm not you," I seethed. "You'll get what's coming to you. Only not this way." I chucked the sharp piece across the room, swallowing audibly. "Just you wait."

The security guard took my arm and escorted me out of the room, leaving after having a quick conversation with James, who was waiting outside the room, concern etched in the features of his face. He pushed my hair out of my eyes and frowned down at me.

"Kara, I don't...I'm not sure what to say. Were you really going to do it?" His voice was firm, and yet his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

He was scared. He was scared I was going to do it.

"I don't know," I whispered, my voice betraying me. "I don't know."

"You need to go home and rest. I'll stay with him all night. And I'll give his family a call, too, okay? Just go home and sleep."

"James, I'm...I'm so scared. What if this is it?" I whimpered.

"Don't think like that. He'll be fine."

"Okay," I sighed, rubbing my face. "You're right. I'll be back first thing tomorrow, I promise. Try and get some sleep."

"I will. You too, sweetheart." James pulled me into a tight hug, and I allowed him to support my body weight, the reality of the situation suddenly hitting me.

I left the hospital and headed back to our dorm, a walk just long enough to let me mull over my thoughts. How did it even get to this?

I stepped into our room and shuddered at the sight of the coffee table, a giant crack running down the middle. Closing the door behind me, I walked to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water, settling down in Kendall's bed shortly after.

Sleep came quickly from fatigue, but my dreams were troubled, full of mocking voices, screams, and haunting memories. I woke up in the middle of the night having broken out in a cold sweat and reached over to the nightstand, picking up my phone.

"Mom? It's me. I need you."

I returned to the hospital the next morning, book in hand for something to do during the day, as well as a little extra something I picked up to brighten his dull hospital room. I clutched the small teddy bear tightly in my hand as I made my way down the hall to his room, hoping that, by some miracle, he would be awake and smiling.

I needed to see that smile.

As I neared the door, a nurse placed her hand on my shoulder and turned me towards her. "I wouldn't go in there honey."

"But I'm here to visit him," I explained patiently. "I was here all day yesterday."

She wasn't someone I recognized, so I figured she hadn't met me the previous day either.

"Oh but...the man in there...he's gone."

"Wh-What do you mean 'gone'?" I demanded, heart racing.

"He passed last night. I'm so incredibly sorry."

"No, this must be a mistake," I insisted. "He was getting better. They...they all promised me he was getting better."

"Again, I'm so sorry."

I dropped the book and let go of the little paw in my left hand, paying no attention to the clatter they made on the floor. My head was swimming, a thousand emotions flooding my mind, body, heart.

He's gone.

I walked down the hall past the room and pushed open the door to the bathroom, a horrible sensation racking my body as I emptied the contents of my stomach into a nearby sink. Wiping my mouth, I glanced up at the mirror, unable to recognize my own face, gaunt and pale from worry.

He's gone.

Her words suddenly sank in and I let out a heart wrenching sob, falling to the ground, clutching my head.

He's gone.

Several medics, having heard my weeping, rushed into the bathroom and pulled me off the floor, holding me and assuring me the pain would eventually go away.

To not worry, that he would always be with me.

That his memory would live on.

"Kara?"

Through the fog in my head, I was able to make out James' voice. I turned and saw him standing in the doorway, breaking down yet again as soon as I caught sight of his face.

"He's- he's gone," I hiccupped. "I just saw him yesterday and now he's gone! I wish I had killed Colin! I want him dead! I want him de-"

"Wait, who's gone?" He broke the circle of nurses around me, carefully tucking me in the safety of his arms.

"K-K-Kendall," I whispered, my lips unable to form his name.

"Kara, he's upstairs."

"I know he's dead, James!" I shrieked. "I understand that! I heard her loud and clear! Don't sugarcoa-"

"Kara!" He shook me out of my daze and looked directly into my eyes. "He's literally upstairs, on the second floor. He's awake, honey. He's awake and talking."

"No," I breathed out. "No, I heard her!"

"She was wrong, Kara," James explained gently. "When he woke up last night, they moved him to a room where they could monitor him. He's officially not in critical condition anymore. That's why I came to look for you."

"Can you take me to him?"

"Of course I can. Let's go."

Tears of relief streaming down my face, I allowed James to guide me up two floors and down the hall. "He might be asleep, ok? He's been sleeping a lot."

I nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence, before stepping into the unfamiliar hospital room.

"Ken?" I called warily, still not totally convinced.

"Kara-bear," he whispered, eyes fluttering open. "Baby, come here."