Oliver and Alan’s tiff this morning got me really emotional. I felt protected, yes, but this was just ridiculous anymore. All these problems with Oliver and my friends; why couldn’t everyone just get along? Jack kept me in his arms the entire time, but that didn’t make me feel better at all. I was still stressing and worrying. I swear, Oliver will hurt one or all of my friends, and there would be no way to stop it because of my condition. I’d be too weak to stop him, and my friends being hurt would be, technically, all my fault.

I was sitting in Music with Jack with my headphones shoved in my ears. I was writing down my assignment in my spiralled notebook, and although it was a partner project, I wanted to do this all alone. Jack went to go work with Jenna on the assignment, so at least he had someone to work with instead of him also being by his lonesome. Our assignment was to write down a very important moment in your life, and once Mr. Biersack grades and revises it, we had to make a 2 minute song out of it. I had chosen when I had found out I was having Phoenix. It was a life-changing moment for me, and it was most certainly important. I placed a hand on the peak of my stomach and rubbed my thumb against the smooth skin. Phoenix kicked gently as a reply.

As I was getting to the last paragraph of my work, I started to feel a bit queasy, and Phoenix, instead of kicking, was wiggling around, and it started to hurt. I winced at the pain, but I tried to keep it to myself so I had no one worrying about me. I crossed my legs in hope to ease the pain, but my mistake because it only made it worse. Then, in between my legs I felt a cold feeling wash over my groin. Looking down at my white skinnies, a bright red blotch was forming. Oh my God, I was fucking bleeding. The blood began to seep through the fabric of my jeans, linger on the chair, and start to dribble off the chair onto the floor. Now, it became noticeable because a dude from across the room gasped and shouted,

“Mr. Biersack, that kid is bleeding!” Now, all the attention was on me. I scanned the room with widened eyes and trembles splashed all over my body. Mr. Biersack shot up and ran to my aid. I looked at him with tears welling in my eyes

“What’s happening, son? Do I need to call an ambulance?” Mr. Biersack asked me in a hurry. I nodded my head in fear. I had no idea what was happening to me; my whole body was growing cold, and my head was swelling up as each second passed. Jack and Jenna were now at my sides, Jack putting my head in his chest. Mr. Biersack instructed someone to call 9-1-1 while he dialed the nurse to come down and take me to her office in a wheelchair. Now, my body was turning a green color, and within seconds, I began to vomit all over myself. People around me were disgusted and made “ew’s” and “yuck’s”, and it made me feel so self-conscious. The nurse was soon barging in with a wheelchair.

Jack and Jenna helped me into the wheelchair, and Mr. Biersack handed me a trash bucket once I was fully seated. Jack looked into my eyes and whispered, “I’ll be at the hospital as soon as I can, okay?” I nodded, and before I could reply with words, I was vomiting in the trash bucket once again. This time, blood was swirling all around my green vomit. The nurse wheeled me out quickly and out to the lobby where an ambulance was waiting to take me to the hospital.

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*Jack’s POV*

My poor Lex. I had no idea what was happening to him, and I needed to find out soon. Was it because he was out so late because of the concert that the baby was reacting to the exhaustion, or was he in the process of losing the baby? I had no clue, and that was the worst part because I needed to know what was wrong with Alex and his son.

After school, I told my parents that I would be late coming in since I was visiting Alex in the hospital. They offered to drive me since they know I drive like a maniac when I’m panicking, but I denied their request. I would just have to suck it up and get there without receiving a ticket or killing anyone.

I arrived at the hospital about 20 minutes after being released from school. I walked up to the receptionist and asked, “Excuse me, is Alexander Gaskarth still here? He was brought here earlier from school.”

“One moment please.” The woman said. She searched through the database on her computer to find Alex’s name, and when his file popped up, she wrote down his room number for me and handed it to me. “Room 345. Here’s your visitors pass, so the security guards in the halls will allow you in.” She proceeded to hand me a sticker with the word VISITOR on it in black, bolded lettering. I slapped it on my right breast, thanked the lady, and began the journey to find Alex’s room. I went up to the elevator on the third floor where the 300 rooms would be. I walked down each hall of the floor to find what room I was looking for, and I finally found Room 345. I looked through the window of the room to see Alex lying in bed sleeping with IVs in his arm along with straps around his stomach. The straps were connected to a monitor that were sensing and recording the baby’s heart beat. Beside him was Tom who was reading a magazine with his headphones in.

Slowly, I entered the room, and immediately, Tom’s put his attention on me. He pulled out an earbud. “Hey, Jacko.” he greeted. I waved and pulled up a seat beside Alex. I cupped his hand in my own, and he didn’t even budge.

“Is he okay?” I asked Tom. Tom sighed, setting his magazine down.

“The doctor said that he was way too stressed, and the bleeding and vomiting was a way of the baby telling him to cool it down.” Tom explained.

“I knew I shouldn’t have brought him to that concert last night…” I frowned, covering my face with my freehand. Tom sucked his teeth.

“The concert has nothing to do with it, bro.” Tom assured. “It’s probably all that bullshit with Oliver. I mean, he cut himself because of it, and he hasn’t been looking himself. The concert was a great idea, but I guess his stress levels were too high for the concert to be able to even lower them the slightest.”

“How long will he be in here?”

“Doc said that Alex can be released around dinner time. They gave him a note that he is excused from school for a week, and he is on bed-rest until he is scheduled to go back to school. I was wondering if you could bring him home the work, so when he gets back, he isn’t given piles of missing work.”

“Of course.” I agreed. I looked at my sweet angel sleeping, and I ran a finger through his faded-teal locks. I knew that, after this, I would be having a talk with, not only Oliver, but the authorities about Oliver’s twisted and awful behavior.

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“But, I want to go to the diner and eat with you and our friends!” Alex whined as I tucked him into the bed for the millionth time since I brought him home from the hospital. “It’s not fair that you’re going out while I’m bed-bound for a week!” I rolled my eyes and handed him his phone and tablet from off his dresser.

“Alex, I can’t help that you’re on bed rest. I’m not going to stop all my plans because you are bed-bound. I promise, I’ll bring you home a meal and a dessert from the diner, okay? I’ll bring you home a nice Chicken Parm and maybe a slice of red velvet cake. How does that sound?” My suggestion made Alex’s face loosen, and a blush brushed across his cheeks.

“That sounds really nice.” Alex giggled. I leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Good. I won’t be long, and maybe, when I get back, I can play video games with you and have a little bit of that cake because that sounds like the bomb at the moment.” Alex gasped at my suggestion.

“Get your own cake, Barakat!” I shoved his chest playfully and laid him down.

“Now, rest my little angel. I promise, I’ll be back very soon.”

Notes

the best of both POVs in this chapter huh

xoxo krys