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|𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 14: 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵.|

𝐭𝐰: 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐲.

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

I stood in the doorway, feeling dead.

My body was numb.

I couldn't feel anything.

Was I supposed to?

My teeth clattered.

I was cold.

But I could barely feel it.

Aly.

All I could think about was Aly.

My beloved little sister.

The one I carried on for.

My own flesh and blood.

My favourite person.

The amazing dancer.

The social one.

My sister.

Aly.

I felt empty.

I knew she was going to die.

I know it.

There's no way she survived bleeding like that.

My head ached.

I want her to be alive.

Of course I do.

But I know it's unrealistic to hope.

I swayed on my feet.

I felt like collapsing.

I wanted to give into my urge to pass out.

My eyelids became heavy.

Thud.

Alec rose from the floor.

A ringing had woke him up.

He rubbed his head.

He had hit it hard.

Where was Aly?

Then he remembered.

He rushed to the phone.

"Ah, sorry for the wait who is this?" Alec asked hopefully, praying it was the hospital.

"No problem at all sir. I'll need to speak to your parents or have their numbers."

He faltered.

"Yes, of course. My mother is abroad right now. Her number is *-" He answered truthfully.

"Alright, we'll give her a ring. Are you the only one home? Is your father available?" The lady said delicately.

"No, he left long ago I'm afraid. And yes I'm the only one home. We live together me and my sister. How is she?" His voice wobbled.

"How old are you?" The lady asked cautiously.

"18 ma'am." He said, twisting the truth a little bit.

"Alright. Her condition is very poor. That hit to the head proved to be fatal. If she gets lucky, she may enter a coma." She said bluntly.

Alec blinked.

"Aright, thank you. Also can I see her now?" He asked.

"Yes. Though you'll have to leave the room immediately for every check up."