Chapter Thirty Two - You're In Shock
Lincoln's P.O.V -
The police had wrapped a blanket over my shoulders about ten minutes ago when my temperature had began to drop. They told me that they called my parents to come pick me up.
The police had tried to get me to make a statement but I couldn't speak. I was now just sat in the police station with a bucket which I had been throwing up into.
"Lincoln?" I heard Wyatt's voice calling me but I didn't look up.
He crouched down in front of me so that I could see him. "What's happened? Your dad got a phone call saying you was at the police station, he got mad so he sent me instead."
I stared at him blankly so he sighed standing up. "I'll go ask the receptionist."
He returned a few minutes later sitting down beside me and placing a hand on my shoulder.
"They said your friend got shot." Wyatt mumbled. "Are they talking about Milo?"
I managed to nod slowly, bile rose in my throat at the mention of Milo's name. I threw up into the bucket, Wyatt rubbed my back soothingly.
"You don't look good at all." Wyatt mumbled. "I'm going to take you home."
He pulled the blanket off me his eyes widening at my blood soaked clothes but he didn't say anything. He gripped the top of my arms standing me up and guiding me out of the building. He sat me in the passenger seat of the car, he even had to do my seat belt for me.
"Lincoln what happened?" He asked me as he pulled his seat belt over himself.
My mind flashed to Milo's dad holding the gun and then to the image of Milo lying on the floor. My breath sped up and shivers racked my body.
"Alright, Lincoln take some deep breaths." Wyatt told me softly. "We'll talk about it another time."
He started the car driving to our house as I sat in silence. He pulled me out of the car and into the house sitting me on the couch.
My dad walked in looking annoyed, he must've thought I got arrested.
"What's going on?" He looked at my clothes confused. "Who's blood is that?"
"Milo's." Wyatt answered for me. "He got shot."
My dad's eyes widened as he took in what Wyatt had said. He remained quiet as he sat down beside me placing a comforting arm over my shoulders.
"Let's take you upstairs, I think you're in shock." My dad suggested.
"It might be too difficult, he can hardly stand." Wyatt ran a hand through his hair.
My dad nodded slowly. "Okay, he will have to stay here then."
I managed to shake my head. "I have to go to him." I croaked out.
"No Lincoln." My dad spoke softly. "Not with the state you're in."
"We need to get him cleaned up." Wyatt pointed out.
I glanced down at my shirt looking down at the red liquid. I began to gag before throwing up, some of it landing on my dad's lap. He grimaced looking away, he was never good with people being sick.
"I'll help you move him to the downstairs bathroom then I'll get changed myself." My dad stood up grabbing my right arm while Wyatt gripped my left.
They yanked me up, this probably should have hurt but I felt nothing. After dragging me into a bathroom the shower was turned on and my clothes were removed. My dad guided me into the shower before they both walked out.
I leaned against the glass shower watching as the water mixed with the blood that had seeped through my clothes and onto my skin. There was an overwhelming smell of the metallic blood, it was a painful reminder of how badly Milo is injured.
Milo's pained eyes and his heaving blood drenched chest flashed in my head. The way he was gasping for breath and couldn't talk. The way he fell limp in my arms and his distressed whimper. His cold hand on mine.
It all felt like a nightmare, like it didn't even happen. I sobbed falling onto the floor of the shower and curling into a ball.
***
I was sat on the couch now dressed in sweatpants and a black jumper. Two thick blankets had been wrapped around me once my dad noticed how cold I was.
Lucy had a tight grip around my torso as she sat on my lap her head buried in my chest as she cried. Her original intention was to comfort me but she wasn't able to pull herself together.
Wyatt watched us from the armchair a pained expression on his face. He hated seeing his mate and best friend so distraught.
A phone began to ring and Lucy jumped off me to grab her phone. All of watched the phone hoping it was Gianna, Lucy had called her to explain what happened. She was at the hospital with Milo right now. I wanted to go but no one was letting me and it's not like I could drive myself right now.
"Hello?" Lucy spoke urgently wiping the tears from her face. I watched as he face dropped and dread fill me, she pulled the phone away from her ear looking at me. "It's not Gianna, it's just my mum."
I was relieved that it wasn't bad news yet I was still disappointed that it wasn't an update on how Milo's doing. It's been four hours since Gianna went to the hospital and she still hadn't contacted us.
Lucy stepped into the kitchen so that she could talk to her mum in private. I could here her faint voice explaining what happened, it made me throw up again. This time I had a bucket which Wyatt had put on the floor beside me.
"Lincoln how about we get to you to bed?" Wyatt suggested leaning forward and propping his head up with his hand. "You might feel better in the morning and then we can take you to the hospital."
I wanted to be able to sleep but I physically won't be able to. My muscles were still tense and I couldn't take my mind of what happened. Ironically the only person who could comfort me was Milo. Actually there is someone else who would know what to do.
"Mum." I whispered.
Wyatt nodded standing up. "I can take you to her." He held his hand out to me, I clasped his hand as he pulled me up.
I was more steady on my feet than I was earlier but I still needed help. Wyatt supported my weight as we climbed up the stairs and down some hallways until we reached my parents room.
Wyatt did two light knock on the door waiting patiently. I was getting tired of standing so I was slowly putting more pressure on his shoulders. The door swung open and my dad stood in front of us dressed in his pajamas.
His face morphed into concern as his eyes landed on me. "Is he okay?" He moved to help Wyatt hold me up.
"Yeah." Wyatt answered for me. "He wanted to see Bella."
My dad had a weak smile forming on his face. "Okay, I'll take him from here."
"Of course." Wyatt nodded taking a step away knowing he shouldn't go in their room.
"Come on son." My dad said as he walked me into their room.
He stopped at the foot of the bed, my mum was sat up watching us with curiosity and nerves.
With my mind in a deep fog I didn't care about how my mother would react to my actions so I moved forward climbing onto the bed laying beside her.
"Lincoln!" My dad snapped tugging at my arm in an attempt to move me.
"No." My mum whispered. "It's okay."
She hesitantly reached forward placing her hand on my cheek running her thumb up and down it.
"I heard about Milo." She spoke softly. I looked up at her with watery eyes. "He'll be okay."
Her words were simple, and I had been told that multiple times today. Yet somehow this was different, my mum was able to put aside her fears to comfort me and that meant a lot. It was enough to clear my mind and allow my body to fall asleep.
***
I watched myself cradling Milo. I saw the tears falling from my face as I looked down at him.
"I'm so sorry." I cried. "I'm so so sorry."
I watched Milo gasping and I watched myself push down on his wound, I noticed the panic in my eyes when I realized how close his injury was to his heart. I kept asking him questions before yelling at his father.
I saw the pain in Milo's face as I pushed down harder on his chest. It was awful to hurt him but it was necessary. I listened to the reassurance of the ambulance coming.
I saw Milo reach for his wound resulting in him gripping my hand, the small gesture meant a lot to me at the time. It was almost a reminder of how much Milo loved me even if him holding my hand was an accident.
I slowly opened my eyes staring at the ceiling of my parent's room. My hand was holding onto my mum's even though she was asleep. I sat up swinging my feet of the bed which woke my mum.
"Lincoln?" She asked tiredly.
"Morning mum." I looked over to her. "I'm sorry if I pushed you into letting me be this close to you."
"It's okay." She told me. "It was actually quite nice for someone not to treat me like glass for a moment."
"Does that mean I can do whatever I want now?" I joked.
"No." She shook her head with a small smile. "You just got a free pass last night. Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"
I sighed looking down at my hands. I had forgotten for a moment.
"Better." I spoke honestly. "Like I can actually walk and stop throwing up now."
"Good." She nodded.
"I'm gonna get ready and head to the hospital." I stood up.
"Call your father when you find out how he is." She told me.
"I will." I approached the door. "Bye mum, thanks for letting me stay with you last night."
"Of course." She gave me a small smile. "Goodbye Lincoln, I love you."
"I love you too." I said before leaving the room.
I quickly got dressed and showered before going to the living room. Wyatt and Lucy were both awake, Wyatt was hugging Lucy tightly as she stared out at the room with a tear stained face and red eyes.
"Lincoln." She said as she saw me walk in.
Wyatt turned his head to look at me and I noticed the evident concern on both their faces.
"How are you doing?" Wyatt asked moving Lucy of him and standing up.
"As well as I can in this situation." I scratched the back of my head. "Um, I think we should go to the hospital."
Wyatt nodded leaving the room to get his car keys. Lucy stood from the couch walking over to me.
"Gianna texted me late last night." She paused as if she expected me to say anything but I remained silent so that she could continue. "She said that they took him into surgery and that it went as well as expected, and that Milo's being kept in the ICU."
I cleared my throat and blinked quickly so no tears would fall. "Thanks for telling me."
"Let's go." Wyatt said as he cam down the stairs.
***
It took us a while to navigate the human hospital which we were unfamiliar with but eventually, with help from multiple nurses, we found our way to the ICU unit.
We were informed that only two people were allowed to be with Milo at a time and that since Gianna and Marco were already inside we couldn't go in yet. We was also told that we had to get Milo's mum to tell the nurse that we knew Milo and should be allowed in.
We waited for about twenty minutes for Milo's mum to come out of the room and speak to the nurse but Marco came out instead.
"You wanted to talk to us?" He asked the nurse not realizing we were here.
I stood up from the chair I had been waiting in walking over to Marco.
"I need you to confirm that these people know your nephew." She nodded her head towards me.
Marco turned to look at me then to Lucy and Wyatt before returning his gaze to the nurse.
"Yeah, they're his friends." He looked at me briefly. "And his boyfriend."
I noticed the slight waver in his voice at the word boyfriend but I was satisfied that he even told the nurse I was more than Milo's friend.
The nurse nodded reaching for a stack of papers picking up three. "I want you all to fill out these forms then discuss with the patients family on when you can go in."
I nodded taking the pen she offered me quickly filling out my form before passing the papers and pen to Lucy and Wyatt.
"You can go in." Marco told me. "They have this sink when you walk in which you have to use."
"Thank you." I told him before walking towards the entrance.