16 Aftermath

Was this how Zeke felt when he was in the Hospital?

Simon was freaking out. He had lost count of the cups of coffee he’d had. And it wasn’t as if he needed the caffeine; he just needed something to do.

Zeke had looked so pale and still that Simon thought he was dead. That Jon had finally killed him.

This was all his fault.

If he hadn’t made that damned phone call those months ago, Zeke would still be alive. He wouldn’t have been hurt and fighting for his life.

“Simon?” he heard Anna call his name. He turned to see her making her way to him; Zion and Bella behind her.

“I…” his voice caught in his throat and to his horror, his eyes filled with tears. Bella wrapped her arms around him.

“Hey.” She whispered shakily. “Zeke is fine. He is fine.”

“It’s all my fault.” He choked. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be silly.” Anna said, stroking his cheek when Bella pulled away. “You didn’t shoot him.”

“But…if-if it wasn’t for me, J-Jon wouldn’t have…” he swallowed. “What if…?”