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Jamie
I watched them through the window from the brightly lit corridor. The docter was seated somewhere behind me, waiting for Zac to come out.
The machine was dead, Taylor was no longer here with us. Gone.
My heart wrenched painfully hard in my chest as I watched Zac curl up beside his brother on the bed. The room was dark, and it was somehow eerie watching the two lovers together, watching one of them mourn for all he was worth.
Zac's face was buried in his brothers neck the next time I looked, and his arms were wrapped protectivly around Taylor's waist tightly. I couldn't bring myself to leave Zac even for a moment, but eventually I managed to tear myself away from the sad scene. I began to walk down the corridor, heading for the elevator.
"Where are you going son?" the docter asked, standing from his seat.
I turned around to face him. "I need to call a cab and their parents," I replied quietly.
"There's a phone in the waiting room that you can use to call his parents. I'll call you a cab from the ground floor, you need to stay with your friend for now."
I nodded at him gratefully. "Thanks," I said, smiling as best as I could at that point in time.
"Where are you going?" he asked me. I gave him the address and we parted ways.
I headed towards the waiting room. I opened the door and looked around for the phone. It was stuck to a wall on the far side of the room and I walked over to it, picking up the receiver. As I dialled their parents house, I noticed that the scent of the Hanson family still remained in the small room. I could smell Diana's floral perfume and Jessica's mint gum. That girl had always chewed gum. I could smell Zoe's candy faintly, and a lot of empty wrappers were in the trash can.
"Hello?" Walker asked weakly.
"Hey, it's Jamie here," I said softly.
" ... " I heard sobbing come from the other end of the line.
"Walker?"
"Is he gone?" he asked through his sobs.
"Taylor ... yeah ... God, I'm sorry," I choked to him.
"Is Zac okay?"
"I don't know ... no ... of course he's not. I was going to ask you, can I take him home with me for tonight?"
"Yes, yes of course you can. Please, take good care of him, and contact us in the morning."
"Of course I will. Bye Walker," I whimpered.
"Bye Jamie, thankyou for all of your help."
We hung up and I collapsed to my knee's in grief. I hated the feeling of it all hitting me at once, and it was constantly happening, over and over again. I cried, leaning my head against a seat in exhaustion.
It seemed like all there was in the world was crying, sadness, death and sorrow. I hated it all. I wished that it was all just a bad nightmare, one where I'd wake up soon. I couldn't even bare to imagine what Zac was going through. It hurt me to do so.
I stood up slowly, making my way back to Taylor's room. I stood by the window, gazing in at the beautifully peaceful scene that was layed out in front of me. The room was bathed in a silver glow from the moonlight, but the darkness reminded me of sleep. They both looked as if they were just a normal couple sleeping side by side in eachothers arms. They looked as if they'd been asleep for hours. They looked oddly happy in a strange, but sure way. Tiny smiles graced their lips as they lay in the twilight together.
"It's been fifteen minutes, is he still in there?" The docter walked up to me and looked inside. I felt like shoving him away. It was their privacy he was invading.
"He's still there, asleep," I replied.
"Close brothers were they?" he asked me.
Were.
That word hit me hard.
"Yes. They were."
"Your taxi is here."
"Okay." I opened the door and walked over to the angel like figures. I shook Zac softly, noting that Taylor really did appear to be happy. I shook Zac a second time and he stirred.
"Come on Zaccy Boy, it's time to go," I whispered to him. He looked up at me and got out of the bed like a robot. No expression graced his tired face as he stood and dropped into my arms. I held him tight by the waist and he slumped against me, his head on my shoulder. We began walking out of the room, and still Zac gave no reaction. I gave the docter a nod, before watching him go into Taylor's room with two other nurses. I took Zac to the elevator and we got in. I pushed the buttons and we went to the ground floor. The receptionist directed us to our cab and we got in. We were driven to my house in silence, yet Zac never loosed his hold on me, not once. I saw him blink back tears after we'd driven past his old house.
I payed the driver and we went into my parents house quietly. When we entered I saw that they were both sitting in the warm living room, they both looked up when they heard us but they didn't say anything.
I tried to smile and took Zac's hand, leading him up the ladder that led to my room. He obliged and followed wordlessly.
I didn't bother turning on any lights when I descended the ladder, I just let go of Zac's hand and began to undress. I slipped on a new t-shirt and underwear before handing Zac one of my t -shirts as well. He took it and got unchanged like a robot.
I walked over to my bed and lifted the covers, beckoning Zac over with one hand. He came over and slid under the covers. I tucked him in but he pushed my hand away gently. "Aren't you staying?" he whispered wetly.
"Do you want me to? I was going to sleep on the couch ..."
"Stay, please," he said. He gulped afterwards, fighting back the tears. I got under the blanket with him and we faced eachother, our faces close. His brown eyes sparkled with unhappiness and I pulled him into a tight hug. He lay his head against my neck and cried his heart out painfully. I could feel my skin becoming soaked with his tears. I petted his hair and rubbed his back, soothing his tense body.
After a few moments I began to cry at our loss as well. "Zac ... I'll always be here for you, you know that right?" I asked through my sobs. He nodded against my throat, pulling me closer to him.
"I want him back Jay, please. God, I want him back ..." His words cut through me, and then he sat bolt upright, startling me. "I need him, I need him, I can't do this, I can't take this, please, please help me ..." he screamed at me, clutching his hair and rocking back and forth on the bed.
"Shh, Zac... " I didn't know what else to say to the broken boy who knelt before me. He fell into my arms and allowed me to pull him back down into the bed. I pulled the warm covers up to our chins.
Zac took a moment to look at me properly for the first time in a twenty four hours. He didn't say anything, he just looked at me sadly. He shoved his face up to mine when another bout of tears overtook his shaking body. His mouth was pressed up against mine and I could taste the salty tears that had dripped on to his lips. His tears mingled with my own as we tried our best to comfort eachother in the darkness. He placed both of his hands on my wet cheeks, wiping away the tears even though more took their place a second later. We held eachother tight as grief overtook us more and more as the seconds ticked by. Zac pressed his lips against my open mouth as he sobbed, and we continued to comfort eachother in any way that we could think of.