S O R E N

"I'm f-fine, get off me y-you assholes." I growled through chattering teeth, shoving Red away only to get pushed back into to the car seat by Colin.

"Bullshit, you're shivering so much you look like a human vib-" Colin's voice was cut off by Robin who swore loudly as I vomited on him. 

"Fuck, shit--" Robin pulled his door close and buckled me in the seat, gagging at the smell of the vomit. Of course, Colin was a sympathy gagger.

Robin and Colin gagged almost in sync as I pulled the blankets closer to my body, shaking uncontrollably.

"Soren you've got pneumonia, how do you not realise you had fucking pneumonia?" Red cried as he sped down the road, over the icy ground, "You'd be dead right now if I hadn't come into your room and found you crumpled on the bathroom floor."

"It wasn't that dramat--" my chest ached as if someone was squeezing my lungs like a wet rag, I coughed uncontrollably.

Robin continued to gag and Colin followed a beat after him, "If I hadn't come back to get a few exact boxes--"

"Oh sh--" coughing uncontrollably again, I winched in pain, "it's not t-that..."

I examined the moisture on my hands from coughing, it was greeny, yellow. Resting my head back in my seat, feeling another wave of vomit settling in my throat. Turns out a warm bath hadn't gotten rid of the cold, I needed emergency help.

My chest heaved as it became harder to breathe.

It was the second time I had pulled up in front of the hospital, unable to walk. Red parked the car in the emergency drop off and ran to open to my door. Colin gagged as he opened the passenger door and I'm pretty sure Robin fell out of the car, heaving for skin air.

Red reached over me and unbuckled my seatbelt, pushing away my shaking hand as I fumbled to do it myself. He shoved an arm under my legs and heaved me out of the car.

Mum wasn't home, she was at Christmas dinner that the neighbourhood wives held. The Christmas Light competition winner would be announced. Albert had watched the boys drag me out of the house, saying nothing.

"He's got pneumonia." Colin cried to the the plump lady at the emergency front desk. She nodded and grabbed the phone, talking into it quickly.

Her eyes met mine before I turned to my head to Red and whispered, "Red... I-I can't—breathe."

Nurses took my out of Red's arms and placed my heaving body onto a medical trolley, wheeling, and almost running through the corridors. But I never let go of Red's wrist.

I didn't want to die like this, alone.

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"Staphylococcus Aureus is a bacterium that more frequently infects drug abusers, patients with chronic illness, or young children." The doctor spoke to Red clearly, "Our records says Soren has taken multiple drugs. His body was already weakened by that aspect, also I could easily hear from his lungs that he's a smoker."

Red had looked over at my bed, my eyes closed as my chest heaved unsteadily.

He gulped, "He'll be okay? Right?"

Colin and Robin stood behind Red and peered over his shoulder to hear the response from the doctor clearly.

"It's quite serious but he should be able to go home the day before Christmas if he's lucky. Though, the long term affect on his lungs will differ with time. I'll be able to tell in about three weeks." The doctor looked at Red's worried eyes then over to the bed where I lay, "He should never smoke again, cancer would be inevitable or very likely."

Red nodded slowly and I swallowed hard, "Thank you so much for your help."

The doctor nodded and smiled weakly, "It's my job."

The door closed and I could hear footsteps coming towards me, the tension in the room softened.

"You heard all that, you bastard?" Colin joked, making me smile painfully, "No more smoking."

I swallowed painfully and opened my eyes, "Okay."

Red bent over my bed and looked in my me before smiling, "We tried to pay him to let you die but he wouldn't budge."

"Shame." I grinned, watching my brothers stare down at me with calmness and faith in the doctor's diagnosis. I had less faith considering every time I took a breath it was as if someone was slowly, absentmindedly stabbing me.

"Soren!" My mother burst through the door, her hair as wild as the Prada handbag swinging on her arm. A nurse stood behind her, puffing as if she'd be running herself.

"Soren!" Fiona cried, running over to me and cupping both of my cheeks, kissing my forehead then my right cheek then left.

"Get off me." I croaked, trying to push her off but too weak, "Mum--"

She let go suddenly thinking she'd hurt me somehow, brushing my fringe out of my eyes.

"What did the doctor say?" Fiona's voice breathless as Red who pulled her aside, trying to calm her down, before explaining everything.

"Who called her?" I hissed at Colin and Robin who stood both, arms crossed, an unconscious pout on tugging at their lips.

Shrugging at the same time, my mother answered for the both of them, "Your father told me as soon as I got home."

"That's a first." Colin rolled his eyes, frowning at the thought of Albert, I watched his eyes widened, "Jay."

He took a step towards the door and I turned slowly to see Jay puffing in the arch of the doorway. Colin reached her first, she said something I couldn't hear before looking at me.

"Hey," her voice barely whisper.

She leant down to my level, finding myself staring into her light, chocolate brown eyes. It wasn't until now that I realised that they had flecks of gold in them.

"Hey," my voice was quieter than hers, more weak and less filled with emotion. I found that every emotion can be seen in a person's eyes and in their voice. I hope Jay could read my crystal blue eyes. The calmness she'd put me in.

"Albert rang me... I didn't think it was true but I came anyways," She scanned my face for visible pain and I refused to show her how hard it was to breath, grinning weakly.

Albert had sent multiple people to look after me, yet he himself did not come. He could not help me, say it'll be alright. Albert had told Mum, even called Jay. For that only, I knew some part of his cold heart cared.

"Jay Whiley," my mother clasped her hands together awkwardly, not being able to hold her posh manner when her son lay in a hospital bed, tubes in his nostrils to keep him breathing at an average pace. 

Jay nodded as a greeting, her hand clasped in mine a drip tube fed into my wrist and under white tape.

"Well..." This was the first time Fiona had actually seen me in a hospital, the boy's new the drill but she was stumbling in the darkness.

Robin sighed and walked over to her saving her from the awkwardness, "C'mon mom, we'll go buy dinner for everyone at the hospital food bar."

I watched as her eyes meet my own, she swallowed and nodded slowly. She really didn't know how to comfort her own son, that says something about her lifestyle.

"Soren," Jays voice echoed my head and I turned to look at her, "How did you change the lettering on my phone to 'Soren is sexy'?"

I smiled painfully, Red grinned as he let against the wall and Colin choked on the water he'd been drinking.

"Secret." I said hoarsely.

I've been in hospital one too many times. When eight-year-old Soren was dumb enough to accidentally pop his shoulder out. The day I cut at sixteen and sadly lived to tell the tale. When I overdosed... And right now. Though, this time was probably the most enjoyable.

Maybe it was Red, standing in the corner with his arms crossed. The soft, kind eyes that seemed to comfort me with a glance. Colin's jokes that were so fucking stupid, you almost laughed at him more than at his jokes. Then there was Jay. It'd been half an hour and she hadn't let go of my hand. She laughed along with Colin, yet she never let go.

"We have sugar!" Fiona chimed as she pushed the door open, holding skittle packets, chips and chocolate bars.

"We could only find a vending machine." Robin added softly, closing the door with his foot as his hands were full.

"Might as well have brought the machine up here," Colin drooled at the sight of the bundles of candy that mum and Robin had laid across the foot of my bed.

"What do you want?" Jay smiled at me, squeezing my hand gently.

I shook my head, "I can't swallow."

"He never could," Robin added cheeky, all three brothers cracking up with laughter as they grabbed the food.

I never liked hospitals, probably because I never liked the sick. I hated looking into their faces and thinking, they're the living dead.

I hated knowing there were only two endings.
You either were wheeled or walked out because you survived. Or you were wheeled out, sent off to be placed in a coffin and rot in the ground.

So when a smile tugged on my lips as Colin caught a skittle Robin had thrown at him, I refused to think I was in hospital.

Yet, I'd be back before the year ended. Having one of those two endings, for better or for worst.

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