The visitor

/-Liam-/

"Has she said a word?" Renzo asks and I shake my head negatively. She's just sitting there staring into space and muttering.
He walks over and sits beside her.

"Riley?" He calls but she doesn't acknowledge his presence. She just keeps staring ahead. He places a hand on her shoulder but she doesn't act like she felt it.

"Riley, please say something. Talk to us, please" He pleads but she continues talking to herself.

"How long has she been like this?" He asks.

"Since yesterday. She refused to eat or say anything to me. She just spaces out and mutters things about Dean and her baby. I can't even make out most of the words she says. It really hurts to see her like this" I sigh.

"What's the doctor saying? Are they gonna discharge her?".

"Not like this. He assured she'd be fine. That her grief is just getting the best of her. He said they'll monitor closely and discharge her when she gets better".

"How's Dean? Any improvement?" I ask.

"Still the same. You need to go home, Liam. You look tired. I'll look after her" He says.

"Alright". I don't have the strength to argue with anyone. I'm about to leave when I notice the pieces of paper on the table. I walk to her bedside and take a look at it. Under the shredded papers, is a folded one with 'DEAN' on it. Did she wrote this?
I open it and recognize the handwriting to be Riley's. I guess it's a letter to Dean.

"I'll read it to him, I promise. It'll be alright". I kiss her goodbye and leave.
I drive home and take a quick shower before going to see Dean. No one's in so I sit on his bed and pull out the letter.

"Hey, I got a little something for you. From Riley. I do hope you're listening cause I wouldn't want to the little energy I have left".
I unfold the paper and start reading.

'Hello, Mr Shaw,
Is it weird to ask how you're doing when I know you're probably enjoying your sleep?. I was compelled to write this cause I felt if I didn't, I might probably loose my mind. So many things have gone wrong, Dean. Too many things. I wanna say so much yet I can't find the words to speak. I wanna scream so bad but I can't even find the voice to. My eyes hurt from harbouring unshed tears yet I can't find the will to let them out. I feel like I'm drowning in my own world. It's hard to even breathe. So many thoughts run through my mind yet I can't find any to console me. I don't know what's going on in my life anymore?. I think fate doesn't like me. I think happiness despises me. I'm like a wanderer stuck in a desert with no clue how to get out. Both life and death have cheated me, Dean. They spat in my face and I watched helplessly. Our baby's gone, Dean. I lost our baby. I had almost imagined you falling in love with that fragile little human the moment you carried him in your hands. I always imagined him growing into someone you'd be proud of someday. I thought if he turned out to be good enough, you just might love and adore him as much as you adore me. I guess my love wasn't enough to keep him. He left without feeling the love of a father. I thought my love was enough but how wrong I was! Sadness and pain have become my companions. You're supposed to be here but you seem to be drifting farther from me. You're slowly fading out of my world as well. I tried to hope. I almost believed you would come back for us but now I'm not so sure anymore. You're all leaving. Just like him, you're leaving. Leaving me all by myself. I no longer have a reason to leave. You brought happiness to me. Our baby brought calmness and consolation but now you're leaving with everything you came with. Why, Dean? Are you too far away to turn back? Or is this nightmare too real that I can't wake up?. My heart bleeds, my head hurts, my eyes hurt, everything hurts. It hurts that you finally decided to leave Riley alone. It hurts that you can't even bear to look at her so you shut your eyes so you don't have to see her. You were so desperate to get rid of her that you turned your back on the world too. Our baby probably felt same too. You both left plain Riley alone. You left her to face the world alone. You left her to roam in the dark alone. It's scary Dean but the thought of loosing you is scarier. I just hope it's too late to need you.
Barbie.'

I keep staring at the letter minutes after I finish reading. My hands tremble until it falls. I stand quickly and rush out of the door. I meet Delilah wiping her eyes.

"Hey" She smiles fauxly.

"It's wrong to eavesdrop" I manage to say before turning to leave.

"I know I never wanted them together but not like this. I...."

"It's fine. They'll get through it" I reply evenly before walking out.




/-Roman-/


"In coma? Dean's in coma?" I scoff.

"Yes. The information came from a reliable source. In fact, my informant works in the hospital he's admitted" He says.

"You're sure about this?" I ask.

"As long as you keep to your part of the deal, I don't play with my job. He's in coma. His sluts overdosed him with heroin" He says.

"Heroin?" I echo in disbelief.

"So what's next? I've got until lunch break to give her new orders" He says and I chuckle.

"New orders? Who said anything about new orders?".

"So you're gonna let him be?"He asks and I smirk.

"The bastard's mine. Just do your job and let me handle the rest". He walks out and I light my cigarette.

"Well well, Roman, your brother's in coma. Wouldn't it be nice to pay him a visit?" I chuckle. Don't worry, Dean. I'll make sure to buy a wish card for you and some flowers. My visit will be very pleasant, I promise.
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Like I promised, I walk into the ward with a gift card and bouquet. I drop it on the table and sit on the chair across him.

"Long time no see, brother. It's funny after so many years, we get to meet in such an awful situation.I hope you missed me as much as I missed you" I smirk and walk over to his bedside.

"I never thought I'd see you in such a vulnerable state. I can't say how tempted I am to pull off this mask". My fingers dance round the oxygen mask as I speak.

"A quick quiet death. Just let me rid you of this burden. Just let me take off the mask" I whisper.

"I brought you flowers too. I bought a gift card. Don't worry I won't ask for anything in return. I just want you to sleep tight. Sleep really tight" I add reaching for the mask.