Chapter 31

                                    

                                          

Song of the Chapter: Fix a Heart by Demi Lovato

                          
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Name of the Chapter: Down, down and never stopped. 

                          
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Kayleigh's POV

                          
In the hospital, I was all by myself and no one would tell me what was going on. I had asked so many people, all the people I could ask about Vic. But the Doctors would rush passed me in a hurry, and every time I tried to get their attention they'd wave me off and send me to the receptionist. Who, might I add is getting pissed off at me for continuously asking what the fuck was going on. 
I don't think she even understands what it's like to be in my position so I think she's the one who needs to calm the fuck down, not me. But after asking, and asking I got nothing at all. I was so worried I had episodes where I'd cry so much I'd nearly pass out, while I paced around in the nearly empty waiting room, breathing heavily and whispering to myself. 
                          
No one came to talk to me. Not one. No one told me what was going on. All I got was weird stares from the three people sitting in the large room with me.

                          
My clothing still had dirt on it from when I broke down the day before (it was 2am) so I didn't look very good. My face was red, my eyes were swollen and my lips were cracked and bleeding because I had bitten the skin off in an anxious wait. 
I felt horrible, completely and utterly horrible. I was confused, upset and angry, all in one. 
                          
Confused because I didn't know why Vic was in the ICU.
                          
Upset because I care about him so much and am terrified that he won't make it through whatever he has done. 
                          
And angry because no one was telling me what's going on and everyone was giving me horrible stares and looks because I was freaking the fuck out. I didn't know what to do. 
                          
I thought maybe food would help me settle down, but nothing could really help me now. I was in complete an utter shock, to be honest and putting even the slightest amount of food in my stomach might end in complete disaster so I thought it would be the best idea to just wait until I was fine to eat. 
                          
I was getting quite jittery again so I had to ask the receptionist lady to tell me what was going on. Again. I walked over to her, and she looked at me with the utmost disgust. I probably looked like Shrek. 
                          
"Hello, again, could you please tell me what's going on with Vic Fuentes? I've been here for hours and no one has told me a thing." I started talking sterner as I went along in my sentence. I had to act tough. 
                          
"I've already told you, someone is already in with Mr Fuentes so there isn't anything I can do" the short old lady said with a slight attitude. She was actually quite a nice looking lady, but her personality didn't match in the slightest. 
                          
"You didn't tell me that.." I said, quite confused. Who the hell would be with Vic? 
                          
"Well, now you know. Now if you'd please take a seat" she gestured to the waiting seats behind me. 
                          
"I will not wait any longer!" I yelled, slamming my fist onto the bench top, startling the lady who I think might of shat her pants. "I have been waiting here for three hours. Three. I got called in. I have been crying, shaking and almost hyperventilating and you've sat there and done nothing! My best friend is in there, for god knows what and I haven't been told a thing. So if I were you, get your lazy ass up off that chair and tell that person in there to fuck off because they have no business talking to Vic." My voice raised, and I was sure I got my point across.