Chapter 22

                                    

                                          



Thomas's POV
                          
I can't believe what happened. It's all my fault. Brooke is shot and in pain because of me.  I wasn't there for her. If only I would of stayed with her, I never should of left her. 
                          
"Thomas." I hear a voice say. I look up to see Brooke's mother standing there with a cup in her hand. "I thought you could use some coffee. Have you been here the whole time?" She asks handing me the cup.
                          
"Ya, I'm not leaving till they say she's going to be ok." I say turning my head back to Brooke. She's laying on the hospital bed looking like an angel even when she is injured. 
                          
"You know you have made Brooke's life better." Her Mom starts, I look back over at her to show to tell her to continue. "Before you two became friends, she always had a boring life, and a painful one. I'm sure you know about her brother already." I look down remembering that night.
                          
"Ya, that shocked me a little." I say. 
                          
"We found out about it about a week ago, but when we talked to him he said he would stop it. So when he didn't, we enrolled him in boxing recently. I wish she just would of told us..." She says looking at Brooke. "She is such a great girl. The only flaw she has is not being able to open up." She pauses and stays quiet for a few seconds. "Promise me Thomas that you will listen to her. She won't talk to us, but seems to be more open with you. She needs someone in her life she can trust, and I'd rather it be you than someone else." She finishes while looking me in the eyes. 
                          
"I will." I promise and smile at her. She smiles back and lets out a relived breath. 
                          
The doctor walks in and I immediately stand up and stand beside Brooke. "Well, the gunshot didn't hit any thing that could lead to serious damage, although the bullet was poisoned. Luckily, we did find an antidote and are going to give it to  her in a few moments." He states.
                          
"In other words?" I say raising my eyebrows.
                          
"She should recover in no time." He says and starts to leave the room. A smile comes onto my face and I look at Brooke.
                          
"Your going to be ok. Your going to be ok." I repeat to myself and give Brooke a hug, making sure not to go anywhere near her wound.
                          
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I finally went home, showered, and changed my clothes. Hopefully I didn't actually stink as bad as I did half an hour ago. I hear a knock on my door and go to see who is bothering me now.
                          
Clara stands at the door with tear stained cheeks and her arms folded in front of her. "What's wrong Clara?" I ask. 
                          
"B-Brooke. W-What ha-appended." She sniffs while catching her breath. I smile and give her a hug, which makes her start crying even harder. 
                          
"Brooke will be ok, she has to be. Do you want to come visit her with me?" I ask and can feel her nod her head against my chest. 
                          
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"Clara stop. You'll see her in no time." I say to my very anxious sister as we enter the hospital. The whole way here she asked questions about what happened, and I of coarse, told her the whole story. Only that made her even more hyper and more driven to see Brooke. 
                          
"What room?" She asks already getting in the elevator. 
                          
"327." I say sliding in with her just before the doors close. Clara presses the button and stares at the red number count to three. As soon as the door opens she bolts out and heads toward her room. I shake my head and roll my eyes at how anxious she is to see her. 
                          
Girls.
                          
Though as soon as she opens her door and sees her, her face stricken. Her eyes go black, she freezes in her spot, and it seems she stops breathing. "Where is she?" She mutters. Now I'm taken back.