Capítulo 4: Chapter IV
Indistinct whispers circled around the room as her eyes fluttered open. Her mind was exhausted and groggy from a slight pain centralized around her head and abdomen. Unaware of her surroundings, she attempted to lift her head, murmuring sounds softly.
"Grace." Her mother broke from her fathers grasp and hurried to her side. "Are you alright?" She questioned. "What are your symptoms?" The doctor in her mom took over unknowingly, but her father took her hand to calm down.
"Gracie?" He said as well.
Her eyes darted around the room before she came to the realization of where she was. She didn't quite know why she was there unless she had a track accident and passed out on the field during a run.
The IV needle punctured into her skin on her forearm had frightened her but her mom pressed on the shoulders to keep her lying down.
"Mom?" Her eyes moved to her father. "Dad?" she questioned with a confused expression spreading across her face. Her eyes then shifted to the priest standing at the foot of the bed.
"Who is this?" She looked him up and down.
The man smiled and held up his hand in a waving motion. "Hello Grace. I am Father Harrison." He stepped around the bed to be beside her as well.
"Wh-What is going on?" She stared at the three of them and before anyone could answer, three people came running into the room.
The room was then filled with loud panting as the three of them hunched over to catch their breathes. In a panic, all of them had decided to run from the high school to the hospital and up the stairs even though there was a working elevator.
The pairs of eyes landed on Grace and they all smiled in relief. The sight of seeing her awake and not entirely bashed up made themselves feel much better, but now they were exhausted from running.
Grace blinked her eyes in shock, "Guys. What are you doing here?" she asked. She didn't understand why they were there or even ran there.
The boy in the middle raised his hand to give himself one second to catch his breath again. "We--"
"Jackson." Grace's father stopped him and walked over to them. "Thank you for coming Naomi and Melody. Let's step out into the hallway please."
With a confused look on their face, they walked out into the hallway with Grace's father. He hugged each one of them first. Contemplating on how to phrase his words but he just stayed silent.
"Mr. V? G looks fine. I'm glad she's okay." Melody smiled happily but Mr. Vixon kept a straight expression that didn't sit well with Jackson.
Melody and Naomi were really good friends with Grace but Jackson was close in friendship with Gray and more like a second brother to Grace. His thoughts first were about Grace and he knew Gray would have wanted her to be put first.
"Is something wrong?" He asked as he stepped closer to enter the room again but her father stopped him.
It took a moment before Jackson realized and asked the question. "Where's Gray?" Melody and Naomi looked around and then agreed. It was suspicious that he wasn't here because he was always by Grace's side but maybe he was in a different room than she.
Mr. Vixon lowered his eyes and ran his shaking hand over his mouth, still searching for the words to say.
The reaction to the question made Melody place both of her hands together on her face. She didn't want to jump to conclusions but her overly dramatic personality didn't allow her to stay calm. Her eyes filled with tears which made Jackson grit his teeth and press the question again.
"Where is he?" His voice cracked this time, attempting to choke back tears. His steps went backwards slowly until he met the wall in the hallway. It couldn't be, Jackson thought. Mr. Vixon continued to refuse to speak because he had no idea how to express the death of his son.
Naomi immediately embraced a crying Melody in her arms as she sniffled out tears of her own and Grace's dad began to do the same.
"I'm so sorry you guys." The father breathed out through a hoarse voice. He didn't want to tell the kids this way nor did he want to tell them at all that their friend, Jackson's best friend, had died in the car crash.
The hallway filled with silence except for the soft sobbing between the four of them as Mr. Vixon shared a deep hug with Jackson. It wasn't until they heard an ear-piercing scream come from the girls room, that their heads snapped up.
Grace's father stumbled to run back into the room and the rest followed to find a screaming Grace sitting up in the hospital bed. Her face was red and stained with hard tears as she clutched to her mother and shrieked in agony.
"No!" She wailed in pain, denying the pure facts just presented to her. She didn't want to believe it, she wasn't going to believe it. Her chest fell heavy with misery and her heart pounded loudly as if it was just about to shatter. Another deafening screech escaped her lips as her mother sobbed while trying to comfort her heartbroken daughter.
"Shhh." Her mother swayed back and forth, petting her hair.
Her father ran his hands over his face and paced the room, unable to bring himself to console his shrilling daughter. He shoved one hand in his pocket and cried into the other as the three friends watched in horror at the sight of the scene. Jackson then wrapped his arms around Melody as she sobbed into his chest.
"No, no, no, no." Grace shook her head furiously into her mother's arm. Her memories flooded into her mind as flashing images of their car ride to the swerving and then of the sight of her brothers dead body in front of her.
With eyes squeezed shut and constant tears, the last thing she remembered was the Jeep surrendering to a cloud of flames.
She whispered softly. "Gray.."
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