Drowning

Chapter 43: Quotings

Song// Hearing by Sleeping At Last (1 Hour Version)
Highly recommended//put on repeat

(It's a long chapter so settle in guys. im not kidding, the exact word count is 3,906. I know, it's a lot. Oh and it gets very depressing very fast...I cried writing this I'm not even kidding. The song really helps, so play it rn. Enjoy!)

Ethan's POV
I don't understand what happened; it just happened on a blink...I mean, in a blink of an eye. My dad was just sitting down in front of me, across the dinner table. He seemed so strong, like he was going to win this fight.

Next thing you know, his eyes roll back and he collapses. Just like that. My mom starts screaming her ass off, freaking out yelling "What are we going to do?! What are we going to do?!"

I'm not gonna lie, it was scary. But I was the only one not freaking out so I had to carry his body into the car. My mom started to speed off to the hospital. I remember thinking...it's an hour away.

We're not gonna make it.

Tears fell down the window shield...did I say tears? I meant rain drops. Rain drops fell down the window shield as I stared out in confusion; wondering if my father was going to die tonight.

Wondering...no I meant knowing.

I-...my head can't think clearly. Wait, call y/n call y/n!

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, I opened it up and click on her contact name. The phone rings.

Ring.

Suddenly, tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I don't know where they came from, I mean, I know I'm sad...but I'm more shocked than sad. I think...

Ring.

I didn't feel the urge to cry until now. Maybe I'm more comfortable to be vulnerable with.....y/n? I honestly don't know at this point. If there even is one.

Ring.

She's mad at me anyways, she won't pick up. Once she sees the name on her screen, she'll dismiss it and go about her day. I would, if I were in her clothes...I-I mean shoes.

Ring.

Damn, I can't even think straight. I don't know why, I just can't speak...or think. I-In my mind I guess. I just feel so tired, I haven't had a good nights rest in a few days. Or is it good nights sleep? Who cares at this point.

"H-Hello?" Y/n stammered; confused as to why I called, crying.

I snapped myself back into reality, and sniffed; trying to be as calm as possible.

"I need you y/n, I'm not alright." I said as my voice was breaking.

"W-What happened? Where are you?" She asked in panic.

"I'm home..." I said.

"What happened? Why are you crying?" She asked.

"My dad...h-he collapsed. I mean, I WAS home, but we're taking him to the nearest hospital right now. I-I just feel so...confused. He was just doing fine before this." I said trying to choke back the incoming tears.