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 [Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]
* - Translated directly from Italian.

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

Y/N's eyes snapped open.

His chest heaved up and down, his trembling eyes wide with a cocktail of emotions — Fear, anger, pain, resentment. He crawled from underneath the table, his fucked up neck and mangled leg doing little to help him push through the rubble. He spat out some blood from his busted lips, wiping the crimson from his nostrils with his thumb. He struggled to get up, but pushed through the pain with stubbornness and anger.

His eyes landed on Aiden, being clutched to Ashlyn's chest while the girl kept him close. Their eyes continued to tremble when they saw how Aiden's lips tugged to the side, his eyes widened and emptied, his mouth going agape like that of the Phantoms. Y/N nearly fell down to the ground, but as he was about to slam his back into rubble and concrete, he was awakened out of nowhere by a warming softness.

As Y/N sat up on the bed, coughing out loudly after the aching on his head subsided, glancing around the empty hospital room. His sweat dripped cold, his hands clutching at whatever things were shoved into his body and yanking them away — It's not as if he'd feel pain anyways. He tapped around for his cell phone, bringing it into his ear after recoiling from the massive light that lit nearly the entire room on full brightness.

As he pushed the door open, he was met with the eyes of a familiar blonde man. He looked down at his younger brother with a raised eyebrow. Y/N tried to speak, but the only thing that came from his mouth were gasps and heaves. Florentino remained standing with a confused glance, all until Y/N pushed him to the side, limping forward and towards the door, leaving the older brother confused, but still quite interested.

Florentino: ["... The fuck happened to yo-"]*

Y/N didn't answer immediately, instead, all he did was grab Florentino by his collar and push him to the wall. Eyes stuck to the floor, trembling with his knuckles turning white from how hard he was grasping him. Memories flooded his brain — From the earlier in the day when his cheek was kissed, all the way to seeing the state of Aiden. All Y/N did was hold back a hiccup and a half sob, staring up at his brother with fear.

Y/N: ["I need a ride..."]*

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Throughout the entire ride, Y/N was restless.

His feet bounced unquietly, he glanced around nonstop, he kept telling his brother to go faster and faster. Florentino didn't have a problem on doing 80 on a 50, but he was still glancing to the side at his brother changing from his hospital gown into some proper clothing, even if basic. The moment they stopped at Ashlyn's house, Y/N stepped out from the car, and immediately down onto a knee after the world spun.

Before Florentino could even reach his shoulder to try and calm him down, Y/N was already back on his feet and running. He came through the door like a SWAT raid, breathing out heavily while resting his hands on his knees, pushing through the stinging sensation that replaced the pain he would've otherwise felt. As he glared forward, his eyes rested on the recovering group that had been laying down before.