Chapter 4

Christian's POV

Okay, what the fuck is that just now? That dream... No, not a dream. A sign? But who told me that? Why warn me? They said that I'm the key, but what key? What is my purpose? Seriously, has anything in my life can be defined as ordinary? I don't think so. Gosh, I'm so tired of living like this.

My train of thought was cut off by the shrill of my phone's ringtone. I reached out for my phone. I look at the screen, the name Matthew is written on the top. Matthew is calling me at.... 8 a.m. on Saturday? That's rare, he usually calls at least at 9. I press the answer button. "Hey Matt, do you need something?" I asked. "Chris, Nathan is in the hospital!" Matthew said, his tone is laced with fear. I jumped out of the bed. "What?! How?! No, don't answer that. Where are you? I'll come and get you. Text me the address. I'll be there in 10." I said, rushing to the bathroom. He muttered a weak okay and end the call.

I quickly get in the shower and clean myself up. I don't bother to dry my hair and got out of the bathroom. I open up my wardrobe and just put in whatever I grab. My mind is in a jumble. What happened to Nathan? Is he okay? Is it serious? Matt sounded so scared, it scares me too. After I'm fully dressed, I snatch up my phone from the counter and make my way downstairs. I grab the key to my motorcycle and went to the garage. I hopped onto the bike and insert the key into the ignition. I twist the key and she roared to life. I pulled out of my driveway and pulled out my phone to see the text from Matt.

He's in the hospital now, room 405. I put away my phone and drive to the hospital. 10 minutes later I arrived at Rose Garden Hospital. I ran inside and take the elevator. I arrived on the fourth floor and search for room 405. It doesn't take a minute to find it. I knocked on the door and let myself in. When I walked in. I saw Matthew sitting on the side of Nathan's bed. I make my way to him. "Matthew... What happened?" I asked, kneeling beside his chair. He looked at me with teary eyes.

"Some drunk driver hit his car on the intersection. They hit him from behind. Nathan was lucky because he had a seatbelt on and the airbag inflates on time. But he still takes a brunt impact. He's been unconscious for a while now." he quietly sobs, his head buried in the crook of my neck. I hug him tightly, tears building in the corner of my eyes. "It's okay, he's a survivor. Nathan is strong, Matt, he'll be okay." I whispered into his ears, voice strained. He nods meekly. "I know he will, but I'm so scared I'm going to lose him too. He's the only one I have left. I can't go on if he's not here with us." he sobbed again.

"Shh, it's okay. I will be here with you, we will wait for Nathan. He will wake up, and when he saw us like this, he will scold us so badly non - stop." I reassure him, but deep inside me, I'm not convinced. But dear God, if anything, I will give you everything to save Nathan. Matthew doesn't deserve that kind of pain again. He has enough on his plate. I know it's selfish, but I wanted to see the happy Matthew. He and Nathan are just way too precious to me. After my parents divorced, they are the best thing that could happen to me. I am willing to trade my life for them. A single tear escaped and ran down my cheek. I close my eyes and sighed.

Several minutes later, Matthew's breathing becomes slow and regular, indicating that he is asleep. He must be tired. I can't blame him, anxiety and fear can make someone exhausted. Ugh, the feeling is very well known to me. Without disturbing his sleep, I slowly hook my arms under his and hoist his body in a bridal style. I carried him across the room and lay him down on the sofa. Then I took his previous place and sat beside Nathan's bed. I hold Nathan's hand and linked our hand together. Please, come back to me, to us. Do not leave us, Nathan. We need you.

I squeeze his hand firmly as if I'm scared that he will be gone when I let go of his hand. The buzz of the machinery slowly lulls me to sleep. It wasn't very long to sleep until my hand is squashed tightly. I jolt awake to find Nathan is awake. He looks around frantically, trying to realize where he is currently. He stopped when he saw me. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here, Matthew is here. No need to panic, okay?" I try to reassure him.

"Nathan?" Matthew squeaked out his name, his voice cracked. Matthew scrambled from the sofa and rushed to my side. "You're okay, God, you're okay. I'm scared I would lose you." Matthew hugged his brother, sobbing on his chest. "What happened to me? Am I in a hospital?" Nathan looked confused.

"You got into an accident. There's this drunk driver. He crashed unto your car." I explained. He nods, trying to absorb the information. "I will call the doctor to tell them that you're awake," I said, standing up from my sitting position. "Do you need anything?" I ask, standing at the doorway. He shakes his head. "Okay, I will be back soon."

I walked down the hallway to find a doctor. In a matter of minutes, I found one. I asked the doctor to check out Nathan. He followed me back into the room and checked Nathan's condition. "He is fine. Apart from the minor concussion concluded from the impact, nothing is wrong with him. He can leave tomorrow. Just give him the time to rest, stay hydrated, and eat proteins."

We thanked the doctor, and he went on his merry way. "Thank God you can leave tomorrow. Hospital food sucks." I joked. He smiled at me. "Yeah, I got lucky." "I'm going to the cafeteria, I am starving. You want anything?" I offered. "Tuna sandwich and coffee, please. Get Matthew chicken sandwich and hot chocolate as well. I'll pay you back later." I nodded. "Nah, you don't need to pay me back. It's my treat. You should comfort Matthew instead." I grinned.

I walk out of the room and into the elevator. I step inside and press the ground button. The door to the elevator closes, and it moves downward. It wasn't long until I got to the ground floor. The door opens, and I trudged to the cafeteria. At the cafeteria, I bumped into someone as I was getting the tray. He was tall and build, judging by his posture. He was taller than me by 10 cm.

He was wearing a suit, hair slicked back, not a strand of his hair is out of place. He's pale, eyes cold blue with a hint of dark circle under his eyes. A handsome gal I admit. But somehow, he seemed out of place. I don't know why, but I got a very dark vibe from him. I shuddered when his eyes met mine. It's like he can see the depth of your soul.

I quickly avoid his eyes and resume to buy what I need. Even until the register, I can feel his eyes boring into my back. What the hell is his problem? I can feel his stare! I shake my head and pay for the food. I bolt out of the cafeteria as fast as I could. I enter the elevator and slam the fourth-floor button.

Ugh, today is just the worst. I wanted to go home and curled up in my bed. Soon, I'm back in Nathan's room. I handed them their food and beverages as I plop down onto the sofa. I unwrap my sandwich and take a big bite out of it. "You okay?" Nathan asked. I looked at him in confusion. "Yeah? Why?" I answered.

"You look like you saw a ghost." "Nope, just some creepy weirdo," I replied. "I see. Are you going to stay the night?" He asked again. "No, I gotta go to school tomorrow. I missed a lot, and I need to catch the attendance. Next week is graduation you know?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Have you asked someone out?" "Nope, I haven't, probably tomorrow." I shrugged. He stared at me. I roll my eyes. "Don't worry, I'll get someone to be my date." I promptly crush the cup and toss it into the trash can. "Alright, imma head home. I'll see you tomorrow." "Drive safely!" he yelled at me. I just waved my hand and proceed to the elevator.

As I was leaving the hospital, I can't help but felt like I was being watched. I felt uncomfortable. I decided to increase the speed and sped down the road. The feeling didn't go away even after I got home. I look around, checking my surrounding. I cannot find something out of place. Maybe it just my paranoia kicking in. I fish out my house key and jam it into the lock. I slam the door open and got inside quickly.

I lock the door and toss the key into the bowl. Fuck, I'm so tired. I untied my shoes and deposit them inside the shoe rack. I jogged upstairs and got into the shower. The warm shower flushes down my anxiety. I felt a little refreshed. Soon, I finish my shower and headed to the wardrobe. I dry myself with the towel and grab a pair of boxers. I slide the boxers up to my leg and they snuggled at my hips. I jumped unto the bed and sighed in relief.

A week later

Today is graduation day. The senior students are ushered into the auditorium. Two hours in, I was getting sleepy. How could I not? It was filled with speeches. My ears are about to fall off from the long speech. Sure, Nathan gave a spectacular speech, but the principals' speech is batshit. And finally, the prom event. Dancing is not my forte. I almost stepped on my partner's feet! Thankfully, she was a sweet girl. Thalia is the only girl in the school I can befriend.

I'm a good judge of character. Ever since I was betrayed by Nathalie, I began to sharpen myself. My gut is always right. She has this calming aura. I always go to her when I needed to calm myself down. "You want to take a break, Chris?" She asked. "Yeah, dance is never my forte." I smile sheepishly at her. She chuckled. "Yeah, my brother never likes to dance. I understand you."

She took my hand and leads me to a quieter place. "Stay here, I'll grab a glass of water for you." She walks away to get me a drink. I was waiting for Thalia when suddenly a dread feeling coiling in my guts. What the fuck? Where is this feeling coming from? I looked around. The feeling of dread vanished in an instant. What the hell?! I screamed internally.

My vision is blurry, the world is spinning, and I was about to pass out when a hand was placed on my left cheek. "Christian?" the worried voice called. I looked up ad saw Matthew standing in front of me. "Are you okay? You look like you could pass out at any moment. You're sick?" He asked. Words stuck in my throat, I shook my head.

"Okay, let's go to the infirmary. You can lay down for a while." He propped my arm on his shoulder. We walked to the infirmary down the hall. He opened the door and we stepped in. He then lay me down unto the bed. "Stay here, the prom won't be much longer. We'll take you home later, okay?" I nodded and closed my eyes.

I can hear him closing the infirmary door. I clutched my chest and breath out. What the heck just happened? It's so fucking weird. Since I went to the cafeteria in the hospital last week, I keep feeling some things. What is it? It bothers me a lot not knowing the answer. I sighed out loud in frustration. I need to talk to them later. For now, I need to sleep. With that, I fall into slumber.