Maybe I Could Love You Again

Here I was sat back in the dainty hospital room waiting on news about my big brother. I refused to see anyone by now. I just wanted to hear some good news for once in my life. But I also had to know what Tony meant by his message. What exactly was killing him?

"Claire?" Mike's voice snapped me out of my own mind. I looked at him with hopeful eyes. Please god let this be the news I've been waiting for. "Tony wants to see you."

"No." My reply blunt. "Don't come back until you have news about Vic."

"Just listen to Tone please?" My head snapped back up. Did he just call him Tone? He hasn't called him that in ages. This was beginning to get more and more weird by the second. Why would Mike could him Tone? After all he hated him with a passion, so did I but even though I was clinging onto my relationship with Jaime my feelings for Tony were still there. He was my first love, my first kiss, my first everything. I fell head over heels for him, I guess I could go as far to say I was still in love with him. [i] Oh Claire, what a terrible mess you've got yourself into. [/i] I rolled my eyes as my own mind began to start talking to me.

"Fine. Send him in." I sighed. Do I look at him? Do I yell at him? Do I confess my undying love for him? I didn't know what to do. A few minutes later, in came Tony. He looked drained. Like his life had just been completely sucked from him. I instantly felt bad. He sat himself on my bed. I handed him the picture I had taken out of Vic's room. A smile creeping on his face. "Why can't things be simple like that?"

"That's what I'm here about." So he does have a voice. Who knew?

"You hurt my brothers. You couldn't just hurt me, could you?"

"They were never suppose to get in the way. All this, was never suppose to go this far. I tried to tell him that I couldn't do it any more. Claire, look at me beautiful." I slowly turned to face him. He looked like he was about to cry, god I hated when boys cried in front of me. [i] He's pathetic. [/i] Oh shut up you. Have some sympathy.

"I told you yesterday. I didn't do that to Vic. I just...I had to get you out. I was coming for you, to help you. I'm ashamed of myse.."

"Ashamed? God Tony, you should be putting a bullet through your damn skull." I muttered. Harsh? Yes.

"Shut up and listen. I'm ashamed of myself, I'd of quite liked Alex beating me to death in that place. I couldn't take any more, your screams, your cries. It was tearing me apart. I never meant a single thing I did to you...." He paused, shuffling forward pushing the hair from my face. Tilting my head up so I would finally look at him properly. "I never stopped loving you, I never will. Promise me something?"

I had found myself getting lost in his eyes, the sparkle that was once there was now gone. He was truly broken now. Just like I used to be. Just like I am. Non of us had a twinkle our eyes now. We had all secretly given up on life. "Anything." I found myself saying.

"When I get out, you'll still be around. You'll wait for me." My head nodded, I whispered the words 'I promise'. His arms wrapping round me, I found my own arms wrapping round him. I was getting lost in his presence, the hug giving me butterflies. [i] You'll regret this. [/i]

Would I really regret this?

"What did you mean by your message?" I asked, he pulled away.

"It was killing me that eventually you'd end up no longer here."

"What? You were going t---"

"No. No. The stuff he had planned. You'd of done it yourself." he explained. "Back in high school, movie night he contacted me. Ever since he's been watching my every move." Well go figure. Out the corner of my eye, I spotted Jaime at the window. I looked up, he ran.

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"Miss Fuentes?" A doctor was now stood in my arm, wheelchair there. Great, now I was going to be wheeled off somewhere for being a crazy nut job who talks to herself. [i] That's why you shouldn't argue with me. [/i] Smug bitch. They helped me off the bed and into the wheelchair.
Mike was stood outside Vic's room. Smile on his face. Wait, Mike was smiling? "He's waiting for you." Did he mean Vic? They wheeled me into the room. A smile beginning to creep on my face, I started to get up and make my way towards the bed. The second I reached there, I flung my arms round my older brother.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again" I said between tears.

"Hey Vic, how you doing? Did it hurt? I've missed you so much." he mocked. I looked up at him, giving him a funny look. The doctors soon left, leaving me and Mike alone with him. I was sat on the bed, cross legged grinning like mad. "Can I see your arms?"

"Still clean." I smiled at him.

"That's my girl."

"Tone said he didn't hurt you. What happened in there Vic?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Word vomit as usual. I just didn't know when to keep my big mouth shut.

"Alex. Let's forget about all that? I've got a tour to do soon." I rolled my eyes at my older brother. Always bothering about work or the band. He'll never change. Right now all I cared abut was the fact he was awake and getting better. "Where's Hime?"

"No idea." I replied, guilt suddenly washing over me. I didn't even try to find him. God Claire you are such an idiot. "Hey Vic, I wrote this awesome song with the help of Jaime a while back...."

"Play it. On the tour." Mike chimed in. I shook my head, laughing. I would not perform that song on stage. "Why not? The tours been postponed till next year anyway so practice it?"

"Michael, I am not playing that song on stage. No way." I said in a serious tone.

"Chill ladies." Vic spoke. I was about to say something when a doctor came back in. With a hug and quick kiss to the forehead I was wheeled off back to my room. Shouldn't I be like discharged by now? But then again, the last time I was discharged from a hospital I was kidnapped and sent back to hell. I shuddered at the thought. Maybe just maybe, I'm thinking a big fat maybe, this was the turning point.

"You came back?" Jaime came walking into my room. "What's wrong?"

"Mike told me everything. Even down to the matter that you still adore him." Oh. God dammit Mike, that wasn't suppose to be spread around. "I don't blame you, he was your first everything. Just promise me one thing?" I nodded. "Promise me this doesn't affect our friendship. Because I'd quite like having my snuggle buddy back."

"You got it honey bunch." I smiled. I patted the spot beside me. "Is it weird I never saw you as my other half?"

"Nope. I still saw you as my best friend who's a complete dork." I did an over dramatic gasp, pretending to be hurt by his words. "You are a dork."

"Go see Vic, he's awake." I said, pushing me off my bed.

I needed sleep, a big long sleep. One where I would wake up and life would be perfect again. But right now, I didn't think it would ever go back to how it used to be. There was only one thing, that could possibly save me, like he did before.

But was he worth the risk of becoming broken beyond repair?

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