Asher's POV.
Pain overtakes my entire body when I come back to consciousness.
My leg feels like it's on fire and I can't breathe.
I start coughing loudly and turn on my side when my leg starts hurting even more.
Suddenly someone is holding me, stroking my hair, calming me down.
"Breathe Ash, just breathe." Ace says softly while holding me tightly.
"Wh-what happened?" I whisper hoarsely when I finally stop coughing.
All I remember is...Ace and me gaming.
Why are we in the hospital?
What happened?
"T-there was a fire" Ace tells me softly.
"W-what- when? I don't-" I start stumbling over my words.
"Calm down Asher, everything's okay. The new boss of the Switzerland's mafia put some sleeping drug in the air vents and shit. After that he put the house on fire" Ace tells me.
My eyes widen alarmed, "the others?" I gasp.
"They're fine" Ace tells me but he doesn't look so sure.
"What's wrong?" I ask him confused and nervous.
"Well...Alessia still hasn't been brought in." He mutters.
"What- why not?" I questions hurriedly.
"I don't know, it took a long time with all of you but with Alessia....it's been hours" he says.
"Well she will be okay, maybe she just had some burns or something you know...it's a real hospital maybe there was an accident and the doctors are busy with someone really hurt you know. Alessia is probably just waiting on a doctor- yeah that could be it" I try to reinsurance myself.
Ace looks hesitant but nods his head as I try to distract him from worrying about Sia.
"My leg?" I ask him while looking down at the wrapped bundle.
"Second degree burns" Ace whispers saddened.
Fuck that hurts more then third.
"The others?" I ask him.
He sighs before he starts summoning up all the wounds, "Nick his arm is burned and Leo his entire stomach and torso" he says.
I look at him shocked.
"I know" he mutters.
"Our house?" I ask fearfully.
"Gone, went all up in smoke" he whispers before looking away and blinking away his pain.
Shit.
Oh my god.
I suck in a deep breath trying not to cry.
Suddenly the doors of the hospital room doors open up harshly.
Alessia.
I turn my body towards the door right on time to see a bed getting wield in with an unconscious Alessia in it.
Jesus Christ
She looks so...
Dead is the right word I guess.
She's so pale and looks so vulnerable.
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I'm not okay
Teen Fiction8 year old Alessia never had the best life. From being taken away from her family at a very young age to being diagnosed with cancer while dealing with mental illnesses daily, have been taking a toll on her for years. When she gets word that her c...
