Rob's P.O.V.

Lachlan looked at me. A hard, cold stare was shot my way from his tired looking eyes. The fear was practically taking over all of his actions.

Every single limb Lachlan had was shaking. Quivering in fear and nervousness of going into the room where Vikk lay unconscious.

"Lachlan, are you sure you want to go in?" I demanded. Lachlan stared at me as if I had three heads instead of one.

Not seeming to understand nor hear what I was saying he just nodded his head. Pretending he comprehended every single word I spoke.

I knew he was faking it though. Lachlan's eyes were distant. Seeming to go off into the Beyond than snap back into reality every second he almost escaped.

Almost unsure whether it should go into hiding or not. Lachlan's eyes were glued to the door. Awaiting to see if the door would open.

Desperation clawed on the inside of Lachlan as he glared at the door with hate. The one object in the way of him going to see his beloved Vikk.

A breath held in my chest I outstretched my arm. The cold, metal of the doorknob shocked the tips of my fingers.

Curling my grasp around the door knob I turned it slightly. Lachlan was shaking in one spot.

The thoughts in his head rushed past whenever I looked into his eyes. As if he were about to bolt down the road without warning. A ticking time bomb.

Letting go of the doorknob I retracted my hand. Opening my mouth to encourage Lachlan he was already gone.

My eyes widened as Lachlan tackled the door down. The sound of the door slamming caused me to gasp.

A crying sound came out of his mouth as he whipped into the room. Not being able to contain it any longer.

Panic jolting over me I quickly rushed in after him. I felt my stomach churn at what I saw. Vikk was lying in the hospital bed.

His face a relaxed expression to it. The steady beep of the heart monitor played in sync with his heart. Vikk's arms lay by his sides.

Seeming to rest like how he slept on the couch. The sight that tore me apart was Lachlan. Lachlan was on his knees beside Vikk's bed.

His head hanging low. Staring at the ground.

"I thought he was awake. And my hopes just got crushed." Lachlan spoke up. Lachlan's voice was shaky.

Notifying me he was fragile. Speechless I stared at him as he raised his hand. Lachlan's hand snaked it's way into Vikk's.

Intertwining their fingers Lachlan started slowly started speaking. Explaining to Vikk. Telling him how everybody was, how they needed him. Missed him.

Loved him. He told Vikk about Preston and how he may be alive. How Merome is a real thing now.

Most of all he told Vikk about Preston's letters. Lachlan rambled on and on about them. Vikk lay there, but I knew he was listening.

And I think Lachlan knew as well. Tears blurred my eyes as I saw Lachlan lean upwards.

Giving Vikk a kiss on the cheek he shrank back into his former position, seeming more comfortable and continued explaining. Only three words were what echoed in my mind.

"I miss you" Lachlan spoke. A chill shot down my spine as soon as I heard the words. I felt wet, sticky tears fall down my face as I thought about it.

A sigh escaping my lips I turned around. Tuning Lachlan out so I could give him his privacy.

My eyes wandered around the white, vacant hospital room. Finally landing on the door. The door was closed. Wasn't it open before?

Footsteps paced around outside of it. My eyebrows furrowing on their own I paced up to the door.

My hand grasping the doorknob I swung the door open. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Mat standing there.

"Mat?" I questioned. Nearly jumping out of his skin he whipped around. Mat stretched his arms out. As if trying to hide something. Or block my view.

Was he? Not too sure. It's Mat, so I can't really tell. Trying to peek around him he just leaned the way I was leaning. Blocking my sight once more.

"Hey Rob." Mat replied. Nervousness and panic was in his voice as he spoke. Okay, yeah, something's up for sure.

"Umm, are you hiding anything back there Mat?" I wondered. Mat's eyes seemed to bolt around the area.

Scouting for a place to escape or delay. Yet he found nothing. Slowly landing his eyes back on me he let a sigh slip out of his mouth.

"Just an old friend." Mat answered. Confusion slapped onto my face at his reply.

Old friend? What, a pet or something? Was he trying to bring an animal into the hospital?

"I don't get it." I answered simply. Shrugging my shoulders. I stared at him. Mat stared back at me in disbelief.

"Man, he was right, you really are unintelligent." Mat complimented. Opening my mouth to speak I just closed it.

There was no point starting an argument with Mat. Mostly because he would become a sore loser.

"Who said that?" I asked. My thoughts drifting to how Preston used to say that a lot. Then he would flirt with me and I would flirt back.

"Pres-" Mat answered. Mat's hand whipped up to his mouth. Stopping him from speaking at all.

The slap silenced the hallways and I saw something tense behind Mat. As if it was afraid.

My eyes widened as I realized what Mat was about to say. Longing aching in my heart I stared Mat dead in the eyes.

Using emotions to tell him to move. Mat cowered away from what he was hiding leaving Preston out in the open.....

I felt my mouth drop open as I saw him. Happiness and relief flooded in my veins as I continued looking at him.

All Preston did was stare. Not showing any emotion whatsoever. Preston's lips were in a thin line. As if he was forcing them to not do anything.

"Preston?" I spoke up. My voice cracking as I spoke. Tears welled in my eyes yet I tried my hardest to keep them back.

Preston remained silent. Still staring. Still watching......Tears dripped down his face as he kept looking at me.

Seeming to be in pain. Not physically, but emotionally.Opening his mouth to speak no words came out so he just turned away.

"Preston please! Say something!" I begged. Mat marched out of the hallway. Sneaking into the room Lachlan and Vikk were in.

"You left me. And you expect me to say something! I woke up in a car crash! ALONE! Thinking that maybe YOU died!

I don't need to speak. You obviously don't seem to care. I even WROTE letters! And you're asking me why I'm here?!?!

I'M HERE TO SEE VIKK!!! BECAUSE HE WAS PROBABLY ONE OF THE PEOPLE THAT CRIED WHEN THEY THOUGHT I WAS DEAD!!!!" Preston snapped.

Whipping around I jumped once I saw his eyes. The kind, loving brown eyes were dead and angered.

Rage flamed in his iris's as his hands were balled into fists. Frustrated tears rolled down his face. I stared at him for a few moments.

Silence distancing us even more after he yelled. A sigh escaping his lips he turned away from me. His back now facing me.

Not showing any sign of appreciation. Anger and annoyance boiled inside of me the longer I stared at him.

"Excuse me? Preston..............I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD TO LIVE THROUGH IT!!!! You're closest friend!?! You're best friend!!!

I read the letters! I CARE about YOU!!! NOT LACHLAN!! NOT VIKK!!!! NOT MITCH!!! NOT JEROME!!! YOU!!!

AND ONLY YOU!!! I NEED YOU PRESTON!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! I.....I thought you died...." I whimpered.

My body was now right beside Preston's. My feet probably dragged me here or Preston backed up. Whatever the case I was here.

Right beside the person I once thought dead. Preston's shoulders seemed to relax after what I said.

Tears fell down my face even more. Turning around once more I stared him in the eyes.

Preston's eyes no longer furious or mad, they just seemed....Depressed...They seemed sad and alone.....

"Maybe I should have died." Preston commented. Opening my mouth to object he was already walking into the room Vikk, Lachlan, and now Mat were in.

Finishing our conversation with a sad note to it........I can't deal with this....Preston's alive....Yet he....He changed....

We all did....So I shouldn't be suprised....I love him......Why can't he see that at such a dark hour?

I need him......