𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟮 ⁑ t.holland

29. can't take it anymore

Brook Gray

Brook Gray

Brook Gray

I watched the lights above me flash. Like cameras, just... not. 
I saw Tom run over to my side, he looked around us and kept asking questions about me; am I okay, can I talk? Things like that. It only made me wonder why he wasn't asking me these things. I was right there wasn't I?

I groaned and shook my head slightly, brows furrowed in discomfort as the throbbing pain in my shoulder and abdomen went on and on and on until my fingertips felt numb. My neck ached and so did most of my back. My ears continued to ring every so often so I could barely hear full sentences.

Tom, hearing my irritation, looked down at me and smiled a little. I could see his lips moving but couldn't hear anything coming out of his mouth. I watched with panic beginning to course through my system as he spoke to me. Did I go deaf?

I felt a tear trickle down the side of my face and I knew he saw it because his smile swept away so quickly. Gently, his hand rested against the side of my face and his thumb brushed over where the tear rolled down. He kept talking but words weren't processing for me.

It came to a point where I was mumbling things and shaking my head. "I don't..." I muttered, crying. "I can't..." 

And, finally, like some kind of miracle, I could hear his voice. "You're okay... You're okay. They're taking you to the hospital. I love you"

He repeated the words "I love you" until I couldn't see him anymore. His comforting brown eyes were replaced by this paramedic's blue ones and I couldn't help but cry some more. My hand felt empty without his fingers intertwined with mine. I felt alone and afraid without him next to me.

Brook? Can you hear me?

It was odd because I could now see myself. I wasn't scared. More weirded-out than anything else. I saw how they panicked at the sound of the machine beeping rapidly, how they rushed to get the right equipment and tools out to save me.

A younger doctor spun the light above the table over to the large gash in my abdomen. When everything first happened, I hadn't even noticed the bullet in my abdomen. I was so focused on my shoulder that the bullet that had gone right into my side hadn't even processed through my head. 

They pushed more and more tissue to absorb the blood, screaming orders in hopes to salvage whatever it had fucked up in the first place.

I stood behind one of the nurses, noting every number that changed on the screen. At every beep, she was saying something new, big words that should terrify me but didn't. 
I looked past her at the table. They had a few doctors working on my shoulder while the others tried to control the bleeding on my side.

"Come on Brook" The main surgeon muttered under his breath, a hint of panic lingering in his tone. 

When looking over my shoulder, away from the chaos, I saw Tom sitting in the waiting room. He was hunched over, elbows on his knees. He had his hands over his mouth and nose so I could see his bloodshot eyes staring blankly at the floor. 

He was whispering something to himself but I couldn't pin point what. 
I watched as his attention switched to the sliding glass doors to his right. He jumped up out of the seat at the sight of Andrea and Harrison running into the waiting room. Andrea had tears already streaming down her face, Haz had this quiet fear on his features instead.