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Lachlan internally broke.

Not that he wasn't broken already, but this was enough to break him completely. He stared at his devastated girlfriend, who just shook her head in dismay as she started walking away from the scene. "Carla. . ." He managed to croak out, but she didn't come back.

He tried holding back tears, he didn't want to look weak among the current female who's arms were draped around his neck. Lachlan didn't even want to look at her in the eye, afraid that he would meet her cold, amused eyes.
Mitch on the other hand, looked like he was going to stab someone, but he decided to storm off like Carla.

Ian just chuckled at the scene, but it wasn't because he was amused by it. Lachlan looked at him in a confused manner until Ian threw a shirt and boxers at him. "Here, for you."

"What about me?" Rose asked as she sat up, covering her chest with the hospital blankets. "I don't have anything either, you know."

"Good for you." Ian said as he walked out. "By the way, stop trying to tempt me."

Rose huffed once Lachlan got up with clothes on (which he had a painful time due to his arm), "I wasn't trying to!"

Lachlan put his pants on in a hurry as he rushed out to catch up with Ian just as he replied, "Well because that totally makes things even better!"

"Ian!" Lachlan exclaimed once he caught up to him, "Please tell me you know where Carla went-"

"Absolutely no idea." Ian sighed as he slowed down his pace. "And even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you."

Lachlan sighed in frustration, "Fucking hell. . . Now what?"

Ian laughed, "I don't know, you tell me."

"God I feel so bad-"

"The only thing I feel bad about is the poor hospital bed." Ian laughed.

"Ugh, look Ian you have to help me, please, I'll do anything." Lachlan pleaded. He probably looked pathetic, really. Who in their right mind would act so desperate in front of so many people?

Ian arched an eyebrow at him, "And, if I did, how could I help?"

"I don't know!" Lachlan hissed impatiently. "I just-"

"That's the problem Lachlan, you don't know. You don't know where she is, you don't know how she is, and you don't know how to get to her." Ian said sternly. "All you know is that you have those 'concerned boyfriend' instincts just because you feel bad for her."

Lachlan didn't say anything, and any sense of talking was shortly cut due to the lump in his throat. Ian huffed, "Nothing to say, eh?"

Lachlan shook his head, feeling like a total disappointment.

"Now tell me this Lachlan." Ian began as he turned towards Lachlan, looking at him straight in the eye, "Do you regret this?"

Lachlan bit his lip, remembering his previous intentions, "Ian I- . . . No. . . I don't regret it. . . It wouldn't matter because. . .

" I'm going to die soon anyway. "

-Author's Note-

Yo Snow Day, thanks

I have a snow day tomorrow too so lol

Btw shame on me for such touchy subjects that I never cover because it was really cliché back then.

Like,

Really, REALLY cliché