Daughter of Kellin Quinn
Hold On Till May
*Copeland’s POV*
All of Sleeping with Sirens, Of Mice and Men and the remaining members of Pierce the Veil sat in the hospital in the waiting room.
My dad had a long chat with Tony after they came home and found me sitting on the floor with him. Of course, sirens came through for Vic when Tony dialed 911.. They placed him on the stretcher and rolled him to the back of the ambulance.
Tony and my dad cleared everything up and he trusts him. He knows now that me and Tony like each other. But Tony stretched the truth a tad. He said he likes me but he wouldn't ever love me more than a friend. Which he clearly loves me because he told me straight up.
We were all bored sitting in the waiting room. The nurse only let family, excuse me, let me rephrase that, blood relatedfamily into the room with Vic. Mike was the only one who got the chance to see him and we couldn’t. We told him to keep us updated. Text us everything he can.
My parents sat with everyone as they stared at me and Tony sitting by ourselves, excluded from everyone. Any wrong move from Tony and my dad will gut him. He had his arm around the chair I was sitting on. Not technically around me so that was ok.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t care if Vic was being a jackass to us earlier, I had to see him. I looked at Tony and with a swift move of my head turning to him, he looked at me. “I wanna see Vic.”
Tony watched my parents as they both got up and strolled over to the café to go get some coffee. Even though it was 3 in the morning, it seems like they had a long day. Since their backs were turned to us and no one was vigilant, Tony caressed my cheek and ran his fingers through my hair saying, “I wanna see him too, Cope.”
All this waiting around was driving me insane.
“Oh, Cope! Mike just texted me. He said the nurse will allow a couple of us to go see him. How about me and you go first and everyone else after?”
I agreed. “Wait, we need to bring Hime with us. The band deserves to see him first.” Tony and I stood up from our seats, stretching our arms to the ceiling. We told Jaime we’re allowed to see him.
We approached the front desk. I proceeded to ask the lady sitting there, “Can we see Vic Fuentes please?”
She scanned her list for his name. “Fuentes, Victor, yes room 231, second floor.
“Thank you!” We sprinted our way to the elevator. I repeatedly slammed my finger down on the “2” button so the door would close. There was nobody with us and I wanted to keep it that way.
“Come here, Cope.” I walked over a couple steps in front of Tony and wrapped my arms around his waist. Jaime stood in the corner and waited for the door to open.
“I hope Vic’s ok. I’m scared. I don’t know what happened to him. You saw how he just fell over right?” I buried my face in his chest.
He planted a gentle kiss on my head. “Yeah, I saw everything. He’ll be ok. He can push through this.”
In my head, I’m thinking what if he doesn’t push through it? We don’t know what happened.
We reached the second floor, room 231, and saw Vic laying there with oxygen hooked to him. His eyes were closed and he looked dead to me. Mike was sitting in a chair next to him. The older Fuentes looked paler than usual. A little too pale. It worried me.
“How is he? What happened to him?” Jaime asked Mike nervously.
“Not too well. The nurse said he had an abrupt heart attack. And not just any heart attack. Very severe and unlikely for his age. It only happens for ages 60+.”
With that being said, I slowly made my way to Vic’s weak body. “He looks terrible! And abnormally pale.” I stroked his cheek and turned to Mike.” When will he wake up?”
“They…don’t know…when he’ll wake up.” Mike was getting emotional. “They said he was so fast to fall to the ground…they….they just don’t know.” Mike buried his face in his hands and broke down.
Tony walked over to him and patted him on the back. “It’s ok, Mikey. He’ll be alright.”
“He’s mi hermano, mi amigo. I can’t lose him.” He covered his face again.
Jaime and I stood near Vic’s resting place. “He doesn’t look too bad right?” Jaime suggested trying to crack a smile.
“Be real, Jaime. He looks dead and he’s barely breathing. Super slow isn’t good. He’s not at the age where he should have a severe heart attack.”
I whispered something to Jaime and told him to go over to Tony and tell him.
Mike, Tony, and Jaime left the room to get fresh air. That’s pretty much what I told them to do. I wanted to be alone with Vic. I closed the door and sealed the curtains.
I moved the strands of hair that was in his face behind his ear. I cupped his cheek and held his hand. They were freezing. His eyes were closed and his body was flat like a board. I kissed his hand lightly. I was holding back my tears.
I swerved my head to Vic’s heart and leaned my head on his chest. I whispered, “Vic, please, if you can hear me, I want you to know…I miss you so much. I don’t want you to die now. You’re still young you know. You can make it out of this. Someone special once told me that I can make it through anything. And I believe him.” I squeezed his hand a little more. “Just…please…don’t die on me. Vic come back. Wake up. Please!” I started to cry. I could hold my tears back no longer. I felt like he would never wake up. The nurse told Mike they don’t know when he’ll wake up. It’s just whenever he’s ready. It could be days, weeks, months.
My dad came in the room along with his cup of coffee.
“Cope, I…uh, wanted to talk to you.”
Great… “About?” I still held on to Vic’s hand.
“Well, you and your school. Listen, you don’t’ have to go to school next week if you don’t want to. I know it’s been tough this past week with you, you know, leaving and Vic here in the hospital. So if you feel like you don’t want to go this week, then you don’t have to.”
I’m fine, dad,” I lied. Of course I didn’t want to go. But I had no choice. I didn’t know when he was gonna wake up. I can’t keep missing out on school days and make up for the work.
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It was 6:27 am on a Saturday. I hadn’t left Vic’s side. I was still next to him. I didn’t realize that I fell asleep on him while I was still sitting in the chair. My hand was attached to his as usual. It felt like during the morning hours of me sleeping, he grabbed onto my hand, like he was holding my hand. I just wanted him to wake up.
“Copeland…Cope? Wake up baby,” I heard my mom’s voice call out. She gently shook my shoulders.
“Mmmm,” I moaned out not opening my eyes.
“We need to go home. We can come back in the afternoon. Let him rest for now.”
“Mm,mm,” I pouted like a child shaking my finger in her face.
“Copeland, get up. I’m serious. We need to leave him alone. It’s the nurse’s orders.”
Fuck the nurse’s orders! I got up and rubbed my tired eyes. I still held on to his hand. “If we leave, someone has to hold his hand. If no one offers, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Why does someone need to hold his hand?” she questioned.
“Because...because…if I let go…he might let go. You know mentally…I held his hand the whole night. I‘m not letting go yet.”
“Copeland we-”
“No, mom! No, I just…no I can’t leave unless someone is holding is damn hand! Please!”
I didn’t mean to yell at her but it worked. “Ok. I know you’re really close to Vic. I’ll go get someone.” She obeyed my command and brought back a young nurse in the room. Not bad, she was pretty. At least if he wakes up early, he can look at something attractive.
“Give me your hand,” I instructed her, stretching out my arm to her. I seased her hand and linked it to his. “If you ever happened, even for a damn millisecond let go of his hand, I’m going to put in a bad name about this hospital.”
“Copeland! I’m so sorry, she‘s not really in a good mood,” my mom said trying to shush me up.
“I’m ok! I swear! But please, Miss…”
“Shepard,” the pretty lady said showing me a bright smile.
“Miss Shepard, just don’t let go! Please, you don’t understand what this means to me. You can’t let go. Promise me?”
“I promise.”
All of Sleeping with Sirens, Of Mice and Men and the remaining members of Pierce the Veil sat in the hospital in the waiting room.
My dad had a long chat with Tony after they came home and found me sitting on the floor with him. Of course, sirens came through for Vic when Tony dialed 911.. They placed him on the stretcher and rolled him to the back of the ambulance.
Tony and my dad cleared everything up and he trusts him. He knows now that me and Tony like each other. But Tony stretched the truth a tad. He said he likes me but he wouldn't ever love me more than a friend. Which he clearly loves me because he told me straight up.
We were all bored sitting in the waiting room. The nurse only let family, excuse me, let me rephrase that, blood relatedfamily into the room with Vic. Mike was the only one who got the chance to see him and we couldn’t. We told him to keep us updated. Text us everything he can.
My parents sat with everyone as they stared at me and Tony sitting by ourselves, excluded from everyone. Any wrong move from Tony and my dad will gut him. He had his arm around the chair I was sitting on. Not technically around me so that was ok.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t care if Vic was being a jackass to us earlier, I had to see him. I looked at Tony and with a swift move of my head turning to him, he looked at me. “I wanna see Vic.”
Tony watched my parents as they both got up and strolled over to the café to go get some coffee. Even though it was 3 in the morning, it seems like they had a long day. Since their backs were turned to us and no one was vigilant, Tony caressed my cheek and ran his fingers through my hair saying, “I wanna see him too, Cope.”
All this waiting around was driving me insane.
“Oh, Cope! Mike just texted me. He said the nurse will allow a couple of us to go see him. How about me and you go first and everyone else after?”
I agreed. “Wait, we need to bring Hime with us. The band deserves to see him first.” Tony and I stood up from our seats, stretching our arms to the ceiling. We told Jaime we’re allowed to see him.
We approached the front desk. I proceeded to ask the lady sitting there, “Can we see Vic Fuentes please?”
She scanned her list for his name. “Fuentes, Victor, yes room 231, second floor.
“Thank you!” We sprinted our way to the elevator. I repeatedly slammed my finger down on the “2” button so the door would close. There was nobody with us and I wanted to keep it that way.
“Come here, Cope.” I walked over a couple steps in front of Tony and wrapped my arms around his waist. Jaime stood in the corner and waited for the door to open.
“I hope Vic’s ok. I’m scared. I don’t know what happened to him. You saw how he just fell over right?” I buried my face in his chest.
He planted a gentle kiss on my head. “Yeah, I saw everything. He’ll be ok. He can push through this.”
In my head, I’m thinking what if he doesn’t push through it? We don’t know what happened.
We reached the second floor, room 231, and saw Vic laying there with oxygen hooked to him. His eyes were closed and he looked dead to me. Mike was sitting in a chair next to him. The older Fuentes looked paler than usual. A little too pale. It worried me.
“How is he? What happened to him?” Jaime asked Mike nervously.
“Not too well. The nurse said he had an abrupt heart attack. And not just any heart attack. Very severe and unlikely for his age. It only happens for ages 60+.”
With that being said, I slowly made my way to Vic’s weak body. “He looks terrible! And abnormally pale.” I stroked his cheek and turned to Mike.” When will he wake up?”
“They…don’t know…when he’ll wake up.” Mike was getting emotional. “They said he was so fast to fall to the ground…they….they just don’t know.” Mike buried his face in his hands and broke down.
Tony walked over to him and patted him on the back. “It’s ok, Mikey. He’ll be alright.”
“He’s mi hermano, mi amigo. I can’t lose him.” He covered his face again.
Jaime and I stood near Vic’s resting place. “He doesn’t look too bad right?” Jaime suggested trying to crack a smile.
“Be real, Jaime. He looks dead and he’s barely breathing. Super slow isn’t good. He’s not at the age where he should have a severe heart attack.”
I whispered something to Jaime and told him to go over to Tony and tell him.
Mike, Tony, and Jaime left the room to get fresh air. That’s pretty much what I told them to do. I wanted to be alone with Vic. I closed the door and sealed the curtains.
I moved the strands of hair that was in his face behind his ear. I cupped his cheek and held his hand. They were freezing. His eyes were closed and his body was flat like a board. I kissed his hand lightly. I was holding back my tears.
I swerved my head to Vic’s heart and leaned my head on his chest. I whispered, “Vic, please, if you can hear me, I want you to know…I miss you so much. I don’t want you to die now. You’re still young you know. You can make it out of this. Someone special once told me that I can make it through anything. And I believe him.” I squeezed his hand a little more. “Just…please…don’t die on me. Vic come back. Wake up. Please!” I started to cry. I could hold my tears back no longer. I felt like he would never wake up. The nurse told Mike they don’t know when he’ll wake up. It’s just whenever he’s ready. It could be days, weeks, months.
My dad came in the room along with his cup of coffee.
“Cope, I…uh, wanted to talk to you.”
Great… “About?” I still held on to Vic’s hand.
“Well, you and your school. Listen, you don’t’ have to go to school next week if you don’t want to. I know it’s been tough this past week with you, you know, leaving and Vic here in the hospital. So if you feel like you don’t want to go this week, then you don’t have to.”
I’m fine, dad,” I lied. Of course I didn’t want to go. But I had no choice. I didn’t know when he was gonna wake up. I can’t keep missing out on school days and make up for the work.
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It was 6:27 am on a Saturday. I hadn’t left Vic’s side. I was still next to him. I didn’t realize that I fell asleep on him while I was still sitting in the chair. My hand was attached to his as usual. It felt like during the morning hours of me sleeping, he grabbed onto my hand, like he was holding my hand. I just wanted him to wake up.
“Copeland…Cope? Wake up baby,” I heard my mom’s voice call out. She gently shook my shoulders.
“Mmmm,” I moaned out not opening my eyes.
“We need to go home. We can come back in the afternoon. Let him rest for now.”
“Mm,mm,” I pouted like a child shaking my finger in her face.
“Copeland, get up. I’m serious. We need to leave him alone. It’s the nurse’s orders.”
Fuck the nurse’s orders! I got up and rubbed my tired eyes. I still held on to his hand. “If we leave, someone has to hold his hand. If no one offers, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Why does someone need to hold his hand?” she questioned.
“Because...because…if I let go…he might let go. You know mentally…I held his hand the whole night. I‘m not letting go yet.”
“Copeland we-”
“No, mom! No, I just…no I can’t leave unless someone is holding is damn hand! Please!”
I didn’t mean to yell at her but it worked. “Ok. I know you’re really close to Vic. I’ll go get someone.” She obeyed my command and brought back a young nurse in the room. Not bad, she was pretty. At least if he wakes up early, he can look at something attractive.
“Give me your hand,” I instructed her, stretching out my arm to her. I seased her hand and linked it to his. “If you ever happened, even for a damn millisecond let go of his hand, I’m going to put in a bad name about this hospital.”
“Copeland! I’m so sorry, she‘s not really in a good mood,” my mom said trying to shush me up.
“I’m ok! I swear! But please, Miss…”
“Shepard,” the pretty lady said showing me a bright smile.
“Miss Shepard, just don’t let go! Please, you don’t understand what this means to me. You can’t let go. Promise me?”
“I promise.”
Notes
*title credit: Pierce the Veil(;sorry chapter's kinda boring but what do you think? comments help me ya know...
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6/19/14