Remington
The peal of my phone broke through my restful sleep and I groaned as I grabbed it off the nightstand. "Hello?"
Sobbing ca through and I sat up.
"Rem?" she said on a hiccup.
"Natalie?"
"Honey, she’s gone."
"Who’s gone?"
"Michelle."
"Gone where?" I asked, still not completely awake.
"Honey, she’s dead."
"What?" I squeaked, and rrick’s arm wrapped around my waist. "How?"
"Her heart stopped again, and they couldn’t get it started again."
"No." I slid off the bed and made my way to my bag. "They have to keep trying. She’ll co back. Zap her or sothing."
"Honey, they did everything they could. The chemo was too much. Her body couldn’t handle it anymore."
"Are you at the hospital?" I asked. "I’ll co and talk to the doctor."
"Yes, I’m here, but, honestly, sweetness, you don’t want to be here."
"I’m coming right now. I’ll wake Kennedy."
"No, honey, please don’t."
Before I could argue, my phone was pulled from my hand and rrick took over. "Natalie? Hey, it’s Finch. What do you need?"
I huffed. "She needs to get the doctor—"
rrick held his hand up and shook his head. When I opened my mouth to argue, he walked into the bathroom. "Yeah, Natalie, we can do that." I followed, but he walked back into the bedroom before I got to him. "Yeah, sweetheart, we got you. Okay. We’ll see you tomorrow."
Hanging up, he dropped my phone on the bed and closed the distance between us. I sidestepped him as I pulled a T-shirt over my head and grabbed my jeans off the floor.
"Rem, we’re not leaving here tonight."
"You might not be, but I am."
He wrapped an arm around my waist and anchored to his body. "No. You’re. Not."
"Let go."
"No."
"I have to tell the doctors to try again."
"Honey, she’s gone."
I shook my head. "Let go."
"I’m here, Rem. I got you."
"She’s not dead," I whispered. "She can’t be gone."
His arms wrapped around like a gentle vise, and he stroked my back. That’s when I lost my shit...on his chest. In the form of my fists. He let go for a few seconds before grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms behind and I dropped my face in his chest and sobbed. He sohow guessed my legs couldn’t hold and slid his arm under my knees, lifting onto the bed and stretching us out so he could pull into his arms.
"I’m here, baby."
"She can’t be dead. She can’t. She was supposed to fight."
"She did fight, honey."
"I need more ti. I still have to do the swab thing. Have them take my blood, save her life."
"We’ll do the swab thing in her na, honey. Save soone else."
"I don’t want to save soone else. I want Michelle back."
A loud bang sounded on the door, then Kennedy bellowed, "Remi, open the door."
rrick slid off the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, while I wrapped a sheet around . He yanked open the door and Kennedy rushed in. Mouse stayed in the hallway while Kennedy wrapped in a hug. "Did you hear?"
"Yeah, honey, Natalie called."
"She won’t let us go down to the hospital."
I sighed. "I know."
"What the fuck, Remi?"
"We’ll take you down tomorrow," rrick said.
"I want to go down there tonight," Kennedy snapped.
"I think Michelle’s parents need so ti alone with her," I said. "We should give them that, honey."
"Why the hell is she dead?" Kennedy whispered.
I wrapped my arms around her. "I don’t know. It sucks."
"Kennedy," Mouse said from the threshold. "Co get so rest, we’ll head to the hospital tomorrow."
"Fucked you once, buddy, doesn’t an you get to boss around."
He chuckled. "Funny you think that. Co on, baby."
She rolled her eyes, hugged again, then left alone with rrick.
"I need alcohol," I admitted.
"What ya want?" rrick asked.
"Amaretto sours. Lots of them."
"You wanna co with or stay here?"
I leaned against him, squeezing his arm. "Co with you. Does that sound super needy?"
"So fuckin’ needy, baby," he deadpanned. "We’ll get you tipsy enough to sleep and we can discuss you getting so therapy when you wake up."
"I love how willing you are to take care of ."
"It’s my life’s goal. I’m in service of the queen."
I smiled sadly up at him. "I like the sound of that."
He stroked my cheek. "You’re gonna get through this, honey. I’m here."
I blinked back tears and nodded. "Thanks, Tweety."
He kissed gently, then we headed downstairs to find booze.
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