Kidnapped By My Brothers (Slow Updates)

°Chapter 34°

I stared blankly through the window and into Liam's hospital room. His face was pale and he had IVs sticking out of his hands and arms. He was attached to a heart monitor and I was overjoyed to say he was breathing at a normal pace. He seemed to be making progress, well in my eyes.

The doctors who went into his room to give him checkups always gave me sympathetic looks. They didn't think he was doing as well as I assumed but they were wrong. He was going to wake up, no matter what they were going to tell me.

"Ah, so this is where you've been hiding for the past three days?" The familiar voice made me tense up but I didn't turn to speak to him. I continued to look in through the window, watching the doctors give Liam his medicine.

"How are you?" I asked, hoarsely. I was sleep deprived, dehydrated, was constantly crying and had stopped eating, again. The doctors had warned me that what I was doing was dangerous but I didn't care. If my twin was going to die, I was going to die with him.

"I think I should be asking that question." Cole sighed and hobbled next to me but still left a few metres of a gap. He side-glanced into Liam's room for a few moments before he looked at me again.

"Mom swapped your meds." I stated and gave him a nervous side look. "Have they changed them back?" I asked and he nodded, a small but awkward smile pulling at the corners of his lips. I nodded back to him, my silent response telling him "good".

We stood in silence, watching the doctors and nurses change the bandage for the bullet wound in my twin's chest. They filed in and out of the room with different trolleys of medicines and bandages and all sorts.

"Okay, bye." I said to Cole, keeping my words blunt and short. I wasn't in the mood to talk; I didn't want to talk. I had turned away and was about to walk off when Cole gently grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

"What's wrong, Em?" He whispered; he looked exhausted himself, the pain and tiredness showing in the dark bags under his eyes. He also looked sad, maybe even a little heartbroken. However, I just stared at him blankly and shrugged my shoulders, playing dumb. "Dad told me you've told the nurses you don't want any visitors. I heard the nurses saying you're not eating and they were talking about you having hallucinations." He said.

"It's nothing to worry about. I'm just grieving right now." I told him and his expression turned from concern to confusion. His eyebrow lifted up questioningly and I inwardly sighed. All I wanted was to get back to my room and just try and sleep like I had been attempting for nights.

"Grieving? For what?" He asked and I felt the tears well up in my eyes. My bottom lip started to tremble but when I tried to look away, Cole grabbed my face in his hands, keeping it there.

"For when the time comes." I murmured. I believed that Liam would make it out of his coma but the doctors didn't think so and some nurses were starting to get irritated with answering my constant questions because it would be the same reply everytime: "he's stable". I mean, wouldn't you continue to ask? The answer they gave me didn't even answer my question.

"Where's your positive attitude gone?" He asked, his tone raised with anger and sadness. The frustrated look in his eyes gave me chills but my expression remained blank. "Are you seriously that fucking selfish? You're going to give up on your own twin?"

"I'm not giving up on him!" I scowled and yanked myself away from his grasp. Out of all my brothers I expected Cole to be the most understanding but it looked like I was wrong. How could he accuse me of giving up on my other half? "Like I said, I'm preparing. You wouldn't know because you're not a twin!" I snapped at him, getting angrie.

What looked like a flash of lightning - but was really just rage - flashed in Cole's eyes. "You don't even know him. I've known him all his life." He growled and took a threatening step closer to me, causing me to step back.