Rob's P.O.V.

"Lachlan?" I questioned as he cried louder and louder until he was basically screaming at the top of his lungs. Not seeming to have heard me he screamed even louder once I kneeled down.

Repeating Vikk's name over and over again I felt myself tense as soon as I heard him say something that made me feel ill.

"I'm sorry Vikk, I'm sorry Preston" Lachlan whimpered rocking himself back and forth on the floor I watched him as he broke down. Not knowing what to say.

How do I handle this? My eyes scanning around the room, wondering what made him snap an orange box caught the corner of my eye. It was laying in Lachlan's lap.

He was holding onto the thing for dear life. His grip so strong his knuckles were pure white. Pity fogged my mind as I saw his eyes. They were bloodshot, glazed with shock.

Not the same eyes that Lachlan used to have. Where the white should be in his eyes were pure red. His eyelids puffy and swollen. The bright, happy blue that was once in his eyes

was now an insane looking greyish blue, like a dark cloud before a storm. Poor Lachlan....I wish I could do something...But what can you say when you're love is at Death's door right now?

Nothing....That's the only thing that can be said...Absolutely nothing....