Weightless ~

There was one message from my parents, saying they're coming to visit in a week and if that's okay. Then there were two messages, both from Mike. The first one said to call him urgently when I see this and the next one said that Vic had an accident and that he's in a hospital in LA. All of a sudden I felt a very strange feel in my stomach. It's like it was upside down. Shit. I sat on the couch and did my breathing excercise, which I have to do in case of a panic attack. I took a deep breath in then breath out. My eyes teared up and I was still a bit dizzy.

Oh no! Vic, my Vic, I felt so freaking guilty. I encouraged him to go to that stupid wedding in the first place! It was all me, I suck, I should've known better. I felt so bad, just like a few years ago in that bathroom in high school when I made my first cut. I couldn't take it anymore. I stared crying and sobbing into my palms. I was so hurt. I had to see him.

I called Mike and asked him where they were and what happened. He told me Vic was on his way to the mall to meet him and someone hit him with a car. He gave me the adress of the hospital and I was on my way in a few minutes. I took a bus, since it was only a 2 hour drive. I was so stressed out, that I had breathing problems here and there.

I texted Jack saying: Hey, I'm sorry but I have to go out of town, something is up in LA, my friend had an accident, I'll call you when I get there.

I also called Rodrigo to ask him if I can take 2 days off and told him about the accident. He was the best and told me no problem and to call him when I arrive to LA.

I arrived to the hospital and ran up to see Vic. When I stepped into the room, and saw him on that hospital bed all up in bruises and scratches, my heart broke into pieces. I fell down on my knees and Mike immedieately approached me and pulled me up. I started crying and sobbing into his shirt. He hugged me and sat me down on one of the chairs next to the bed.

»H-h-how did this happen?« I was gasping for breath. Oh no, it was there again, the panic attack. »Alex, are you okay??« Mike was very worried about me. »I-i'm f-fine.« I studdered. My vision got blurry, no, no I can't lose it. I struggled but when I glanced at Vic again it all went black. I passed out and the last thing I heard was Mike screaming Someone call the doctor!

I opened my eyes. Mike was sitting between my and Vic's bed. »Alex? Hey, welcome back.« He said. I pulled myself up and rubbed my face. »Hey, how is he?« I looked at Vic. He was still sleeping. »He's fine. What happened to you? You scared the shit out of me. I don't think I've ever seen you like this.« »It's my panic attacks… it's been happening since I was like 12.« »Damn, you looked like you're gonna die. Shit.« He said.

»I'm sorry.« I replied. I was only thinking about Vic. »I have to call my boss, be right back.« I took my cellphone and went to the bathroom. I washed my face and called Rodrigo. I told him that everything was okay, but that I'm staying here at least untill tomorrow. He told me to take care and that he'll call me, something about work in the court. I don't remember quite well, since I was still a bit off. I also called Jack, because I promised.

Me: Hey, it's me.
Jack: Shit Alex, I was worried sick, are you alright?
Me: Yeah, my friend is also fine, I'm coming home tomorrow, just wanted to tell you…
I know I sounded off and I also had some explaining to do to Jack. But not untill Vic gets better. I came off cold and weird but I was in no mood to talk.
Jack: What happened to him?
Me: He was in a car accident… I gotta go now, I'm in the hospital. I'll call you later okay?
Jack: Sure, do call. Take care.
Me: I will, thanks. Bye.

I hung up and went back. I've been sitting next to Vic with Mike for hours. Mike invited me to stay with his relatives, get some sleep. I didn't want to. I insisted on staying at the hospital. I slept sitting on the chair when I heard Vic's voice. He was mumbling something. I immediately woke up and approached the bed.

»Vic? Hey, it's me.« He slowly opened his eyes and grinned. »Hey Alex. What happened?« »You had an accident, but you'll be fine.«
»Where am I?« He was confused. »We're in LA.« I replied.
»LA? Weren't we at the gig and Mason's just last night?« What the hell was he saying? The gig was like months ago. Oh fuck! »What's the last think you remember?« I asked him. Holy shit, it better not be what I think it is. »You, me, the guys and Linda at the gig.« He said. »Let me get the doctor for you, okay?«

Holy fucking shit. This cannot be happening.

Notes

I feel so bad for Vic :/ what do you guys think? :D