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The loud sound of the car stopping made everyone freeze. Gray's hands gripped tightly onto the railing, overlooking the road down below where a truck was slightly swerved to the side and a bloody body laying in the middle of the road. He felt the blood from his body drain out, his eyes wide, and the tense presence of his other friends around him with the same expression made him even more weak from the injuries he had indured not long ago. He immediately pulled out his phone, calling the emergency services. As they picked up, he wasted no time explaining the situation, not being able to lift his head back up. Seeing the body of Donald Na knocked out, all bloodied up from head to toe. Not only from the impact from the truck, but from the intense duel he had with Ben and himself.
The rumours had spread quickly, how Donald Na was stuck in a comatose state. How the union was now also disbanded. Which brought a greater tension to the group as they occupied themselves in Eugene's hospital room. All talking about the situation in hand. Ben, especially, didn't seem to want to crack any jokes about it, lost in thought. Gray could see how Alex lingered near him, a clear, painful expression on his face showing his concern for his best friend.
Eugene was, for sure, shocked, even about the duels themselves. Talking quietly to Rowan, who was sitting on his bed, both of them in hushed tones. Once Gerard mentioned eating food, having brought chicken for everyone, everyone in the group had started to calm down, trying to ease the tension that even the window had to be opened to freshen up the room and at least get some of the tension out. Within moments, Ben had already drank the remaining Coke. The Coke cans that Teddy had so kindly brought for everyone was already up and down Ben's stomach.
Gray had noticed how Eugene didn't get one, giving a small painless smile. "I'll get you Coke.. " Eugene's eyes lit up, seeing the care from his friend. Gray left the hospital room, calmly walking towards the vending machine in the hallway.
"So.. unfair.." Kingsley had his glasses off, holding them in his hand, his hands clenched and almost breaking them from the impact. In the hospital bed was Donald, the one who survived the accident, who was now in a coma. Kingsley was devastated, his eyes welled up with tears. Jake ji stood right beside him, observing the rough man lying down. Seeing his tattoos from his arms, and how they would peak out from different areas of the hospital gown. "I.. I have to continue the union. For Donald's sake.."
Jake immediately turned towards Kingsley, who had a determined look on his face, one that you couldn't smug off with a punch. He furrowed his eyebrows, already getting irritated by him. "Didn't you hear what he said? The union is disbanded.. gone. This isn't what Donald would have wanted-" "Then what?! What do I do with him stuck in a coma?" The tears from his eyes spilled out, not covering them up with a tough act. He clearly didn't care anymore, he didn't know what to do with himself. Kingsley stormed out the room, face covered in tears. Jake lingered around the bed, seeing the calm expression on his face, the one that you would never see.
He left the room, hands inside his jacket pockets, while turning a corner, nearing a vending machine, he saw the notorious white mamba, Gray. He stood at the side of him, seeing how Gray noticed him, his face betrayed no emotion. Jake cleared his throat. "I heard you're the one that called the ambulance.." Gray nodded in response, his figure turned towards him. He felt calm.. knowing that it was over, no point in acting so tough, but still having to keep cautious, so they wouldn't try anything.
"His room is in 256..." Jake didn't understand why he said that to him, maybe because he knew that there was something lingering around Gray. An emotion that he wouldn't show but would shatter at the moment he loses control. Something that reminded of himself, maybe they did have things in common. But he wasn't sure, Gray wasn't the easiest person to read, or even search deep through the Web to find his past.
He left after that, not looking back. It was all up to Gray's decision, after all. With his abrupt leave, Gray turned his gaze towards the vending machine, seeing the can of Coke staring at him with a glistening shine from the ceiling lamp. 'You can wait, Eugene..'
Seeing his state made his body feel weak, as if he was still duelling him, the pain bending him in excruciating ways. He stood still, near the hospital bed, gazing at his face. It was peaceful, a different look to how it either scrunched up in anger or it was dark, his eyes carrying a dark void, one that looked over people in the union, and even the adults he was in deals with. But he could help but think..
This was all his fault.
Looking at Donald, reminded him of Stephen. Who was either still stuck in a coma or moved on without him. And Eugene, who was injured by the union, and he wasn't quick enough to save him from induring all those injuries. It was all his fault and he knew it. Even Donald, who he knew that they both hated each other, but he knew that if maybe.. he met him sooner, that he wouldn't have caused him into a coma.