He made it?

**Chrissy** 

We tried all that we could, we tried everything and medically possible but “
The accident triggered so much, ruining his responsive system. 

Although Egan’s eyes were open, he remained pale and weak. 

Doctor Hansen was dragged aside, while Egan weakly stared at us. His eyes were narrow and bland. 

“Chrissy, I’m going to be frank with you.” he rubbed off the top of his nose. “We are hopeless. I arranged for his transfer—the one in Harlem. The cancer isn't curable and, unfortunately, it's hereditary. Plus…” he sighed, the weight of the next thing he had to say sat on his tongue tip. “The accident ruptured his head.” Hansen paused for some seconds and continued. “Just… keep an eye on him will I make a few calls. The mother is haywire now,” he patted me on the shoulder and left. 

I could barely speak or nod. Knowing that Egan was going through all of this made it worse. 

I quickly wiped the tears in my eyes, bracing up to plaster a smile that would not only give him hope. 

I went beside him, Egan’s fixed eyes were on me.
“What did the doctor tell you?” he asked, his voice battling between a whisper and regression. 

“He said… You will be okay! Currently, he has arranged for your transfer,” I said, but his gaze proved that I wasn't being honest. 

“You are not so good at lying, Chriss,” he said and sighed, his breath shaking a little. “Anyway, it's only a matter of time though,” he gave a weak smile, leaving me confused and helpless. I didn't know how to help him or how to start. 

“Why didn't you say anything about your health, E?” I asked before I could decide against it. 

His arid lips pursed, “Why? To make you pity me? I'm not hoarding sympathy to feel safe or better or in check,” he declared. “I was hoping to die last night, I CRAVED it,” he added indignantly. 

He took off his gaze from mine, looking above him. 

“Don't say that, we—”

“Stop trying to understand me or what I feel. The truth is, you wouldn't know because you ain't me and that's okay. I wouldn't want you to go through shit anyway…” he snapped, looking back to me. “It's all over now, I only need you to do one thing, do you promise?” he asked softly. 

“Anything,” I said with ease. 

“That dumb ass list I gave you? Burn it if it's truly dumb,” he said. “And leave,” he added as my brows squeezed, dazed. 

“How do you mean I should leave?” I reiterated swiftly. 

“Yeah. What is the point of your being here?” he snapped. “You’ll be happier without me,” he managed to say to me as I hugged myself, staring at the shadow of himself. 

He was unbothered and not even scared to die. How could one be so bold as to die? Too weak to live and so confident about leaving Earth forever?

“I won't leave you now,” 

“I needed that before, but it's too late and I understand, I'm not Dayle and could never be,” he pointed out and sighed, The more he spoke, the dimmer his eyes became and the lower his voice went—below minimal. 

“Thank you for sparking a light that was never replaced,” he softly said taking his gaze off mine. “And… Chriss, it was nice knowing you,” he added as the tip of his finger touched my hand while I remained silent and speechless. 

The door opened, startling and snapping me out of my thoughts. 

It was Doctor Hansen and another colleague. Instantly, Dayle’s text entered. 

*Are you okay? What's the update babe? I'm fucking worried…🥲*

I moved away from a liitje and texted back as fast as I could when Doctor Hansen wasn't looking. 

*I'm not okay babe! He’s awake but badly wants to die. His chances are slim!🤦‍♀️*

*Are you okay, my love?*

I hit send as Dr. Hansen’s conversation with Egan leaked, reaching my ear. 

“She wants to see you, sir… She is YOUR mother…” Hansen pressed a bit. 

Egan scoffed, “She’s not my mother,” he snapped angrily as he winced in pain, breathing heavily. We rushed towards him and when I tried to speak to him about his mother, he cut me off with an unimpressed look.

“I want to see my friends,” he forcefully said, his voice was gently trailing off.

We all agreed as the Hansen and the other nurse left. I have his hand in a gentle squeeze to show my support before leaving. 

…
Right outside the ward, Dayle and Steve headed but his mother and Nova were restricted. Nova shot me a daunting, hateful look and left after she said a few things to Egan’s mother. 

“Why are you still breathing?” the woman asked me out of the blue when I leaned my back on the wall, about to shut my eyes. 

“Excuse you—”

“You are excused!” she firmly said, leveling her sharp, venomous gaze with mine. “My son had denied seeing me, but agreed to talk to you. Please tell me, don't you have an ounce of shame and sympathy?” she asked firmly. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat, straightening up. 
“I’m not the girl you think I am. I'm not the reason Egan doesn't want to talk to you. That's not my problem.”I snapped as her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. “Believe me or not, I wish that Egan would fight this but this is out of control and I hate that 
I can't help…” I sighed, too exhausted to fight or argue with her. “I'm your enemy here,” I added one last time and left the area, walking some feet away from her. 

Whatever pain she felt, I understood it. Yet, I was in pain, Egan’s family and friends too. 

Along the line, I did a FaceTime video call with Ken and Sophia. We got to talk about the entire situation and they felt sorry. 

After the call, I saw some police officers. One of them was the detective who interrogated us back when he headed the case with Garry. 

I walked up to him, when they read their conversation with Doctor Hansen. 

“Sir, um… can I have a moment?” I politely asked while his gaze at me deepened calmly. 

“You must Chrissy, right?” he asked to clarify as I nodded affirmatively. How face loosened a bit. “Nice to meet you again. I heard how you pioneered the last event in favor of this hospital and the locals. Good job, kid! You actually saved lives,” he pointed out as if reflecting while a friendly smile basked on his lips, his hands around his waist. 

“Thanks,” I said simply. “Um, I was wondering if you've figured out anything about Egan’s accident. Was it truly his doing?” I chimed in curiously. 

His lips twitched lightly, “Well, it's official now. The victim willfully ran into the moving truck, ignoring the traffic commands. How do we know?! We got the cam footage…”

While he spoke, my heart broke. I was hoping that justice would be served to Egan, but… he was the one behind his condition. 

“Thanks,” I managed to say as he nodded and left to meet his colleagues who were actively talking to Egan’s mother. 

And where the fuck is his Dad?

Heck. 

I wish things were true. I wish it didn't have to be this way. But... It is what it is. I guess we never know…

Dayle and Steve stormed out of the room, with that look I feared. 

I ran up to Dayle, grabbing his arms and staring into his wet gaze. 

“Babe, what happened in there? Why are you... like this?” I asked.

Dayle rubbed his temples, his face squeezing sadly as he embraced him tightly like that was all he needed to do. 

Meanwhile, Steve just left without saying a word to anyone. And, Maggie was nowhere close at that time. 

“He’s gone, Chriss. Egan is gone. I watched him draw his last breath,” said Dayle, sobbing in my embrace.

My heart clogged with a sharp pang, and I heard nothing but a shrill sound in my head. 

Like, why?