The Internship

Chapter Thirty Seven - Chris? Alex?

*Tori - Point of View*

The ambulances drive off and Ross and I are left in the ally. Lewis, Hannah, Duncan and Kim had left earlier to get to the office to tell everyone the news, as well as give us all privacy. Katie had gotten in Trott's ambulance.

"Come on, let's go to the hospital." Ross whispered, carefully picking me up. I couldn't move. I was too worried. He carried me to the front of the movie theater, and put me in the passenger seat of his car. He closed the door beside me and I flinched at the noise. "Sorry." Ross apologized as he got into the drivers seat. Ross started the car and started the drive to the hospital. It was quiet, neither of us talked, no music played on the radio. I need the silence though. It helps me think.

We finally pulled up to the hospital, and Ross quickly parked near the front. "Can you walk yet?" He asked, looking at me with his red eyes. You could tell he had been crying. I nodded and got out, taking Ross' hand in mine. Ross squeezed my hand, and shot me a sad smile. I returned it, but it wasn't a real smile. Not even a sad smile. We walked hand in hand to the reception desk. Ross let go of my hand, the cold unforgiving air rushing back to my hand, making me feel alone again. "We are here for Alex Smith and Chris Trott?" Ross questioned at the nurse, more questioning if they were okay or not.

"Okay..." She clicked on a few things on the computer in front of her. "You can visit Alex Smith, but Chris Trott isn't aloud visitors right now. At this I spoke my first words in two hours.

"Is he okay?" My voice was crackly from the crying I had done earlier. The nurse looks at the screen again, than looked at me with apologetic eyes.

"He is currently in critical condition. The wounds on his head bleed heavily. He lost a lot of blood..." She trailed on but I couldn't hear anymore, I just watched as Ross' face fell from just-hanging-in to utter distress. A tear dropped from Ross' eyes to the cold tile floor below. I too wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I had been rubbed raw of all emotions. It was strange seeing Ross cry, I never thought of him as sensitive, but when you meet him you find out that he might be one of the most sensitive in all of the Yogscast. At this thought I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I wonder who it is. I pull it out of my pocket and see a text from Paul.

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Paul: Are you okay?

Tori: No...

Paul: Sorry for asking. Do you want to stay at mine tonight? Me and a bunch of the guys are going to watch the Playoff's. You are welcome to join.

Tori: You went to Canada for a week and you come back to Bristol like you lived there your whole life. Yeah, that sounds good. Can Ross join?

Paul: Of course. See you soon?

Tori: See you soon.

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"You want to go see Alex?" I put down my phone and Ross was looking at me, his face tear stained.

"Yes please." I whisper. The nurse nods and leads us down a hallway to a private room. "Ross, Paul invited us to stay at his for the night. Is that okay?" Ross weakly smiles, sadness still apparent in his eyes.

"Of course." The door is opened and I see Alex. He looks over to me and smiles.

"Tori." Alex's voice is raspy, tired.

"Alex!" I run over to him and hug him, careful to not hurt his arm. "How is it? Does it hurt?"

"No, being stabbed in the arm doesn't hurt." Alex chuckled. I hug him again, resting my cheek on his chest.