My mind was racing as i drove to the hospital. I couldn't get that image out of my head. I was in the hallway, going to my next class, when i saw a kid being pulled out of the bathroom on a stretcher by a few paramedics. I got a better look at who it was, my knees going weak. I ran up to the paramedics, screaming Kellin's name. I heard one of them say that he was barely breathing as a female paramedic held me back. They told me i couldn't go with him since i wasn't a family member, so i had to drive by myself in my car. Not knowing if my baby was alive or dead. Once i finally got to the hospital, i jumped out and ran inside. I ran up to the front desk.

"What room in Kellin Quinn in!?" I shouted, tears threatening to spill. The nurse looked up at me with sympathy before looking up Kellin's name.

"Your friend isn't conscious right now. Whoever beat him up, smashed his head really hard against the wall. He got a mild concussion, on the brink of severe. There may be some memory loss." She paused, allowing me to take in all the new information. A tear slipped down my face. My little angel. I will find whoever put him here, and fucking kill them.

"My poor baby..." I whispered. The nurse looked taken aback at first, but her facial expression soon softened.

"I'm sorry about your..boyfriend. I'm sure he'll be fine." She said. I nodded, not even bothering to smile, before sitting down in one of the waiting room seats.

"Can i have your name, please? So a doctor can let you know when you can see Kellin." She asked over the desk. I told her my name, quietly. She nodded before paging someone, probably the doctor she was talking about.

I decided to call Mike, since i didn't feel like texting and he'd be out of school by now. After about 3 rings he picked up.

~Yo!

~Hey Mike, i'm at the hopsital. I don't know when i'm gonna be home.

~Why? Are you ok?

~Physically? Yes. Emotionally? No. I'm fine. It's kellin. Some asshole beat him up. He has a close to severe concussion with a possibility of memory loss.

~Oh.

A doctor walked into the living room.

"Vic Fuentes?" He said. I looked up, said a quick goodbye to Mike before hanging up the phone and getting up.

"That's me!" I said while quickly walking over to the doctor.

"Hello, Mr. Fuentes. I'm Dr. Rick Marshall. I took care of your boyfriend Kellin." He stated. I said a quick hello back, wanting him to get past the basics and let me see my damn boyfriend.

"He suffered a close to severe concussion. There is a rather large possibility of memory loss, but nothing serious. The most he'll forget is what happened today. He'll remember you and everyone else, so don't worry. Also, he has 3 cracked ribs. Now, would you like to see him?" The doctor asked. I nodded eagerly, receiving a chuckle from Dr. Marshall. He turned around and walked down a hallway with me on his heel. We passed many rooms before he stopped abruptly at one.

"Here we are. Now, he's not awake yet. He should be soon though." Dr. Marshall explained. I nodded, butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. He smiled at me once more before walking past me.

I gingerly slid the hospital room door open before stepping in. The room was extremely quiet, only Kellin's heart monitor making any noise. I sat down in a chair next to his bed, now finally getting a good look at him. His nose was slightly swollen and bruised and there were at least 6 different cuts on his face. His jaw was bruised a purple-y blue color, it looked painful. I sighed, wanting to see the full effect of his beating. I stood up before pulling Kellin's blanket back and his gurney up, gasping. There i stood shocked at the damage to his ribs. All around his ribs was black, blue, and even some yellow bruising. Tears stung my eyes at the sight.

"Oh, Kells..." I whispered. He stirred slightly, waking up. I quickly pulled his gurney back down and recovered him with his blanket before he opened his eyes. He groaned, blinking his eyes enough times to get used to the bright lit room.

"W-where am i?" He mumbled, squinting slightly. I sat back down in the chair and placed my hand on his.

"You're in the hospital, baby." I said. He looked at me, obviously confused.

"W-why?" Kellin asked quietly.

"Someone beat you up baby, you have a bad concussion and 3 cracked ribs." I told him, sighing. He furrowed his eyebrows together, in attempt to remember. His eyes widening in realization. Before i could say anything I heard a knock on the door, both my and Kellin looking in the direction of the sound.

"Come in!" I announced. The slider door opened and they walked in. They looked at Kellin, almost threateningly before looking at me and smiling. Kellin's eyes were wide and fearful.

"Hey Mike! Why are you here?"

Notes

sorry if the chapter's kind of long.. i got a little carried away! xo

p.s. anyone notice my Land of the Lost movie reference?! ;)