~+ Clean +~ •Lovertation•

~+ Chapter 16 +~

A/n: the end.

TW.

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Reputation's Pov:

The next few hours were filled with pain, waiting, wishing that Lover would be okay. It should've been me. I glanced up as the doctor walked back out, holding a clipboard, his expression unreadable. He scanned a few words before calling out;

"Reputation Serpentine, Folklore Woodvale Lakenburge, Speak Now Valentine?" The man spoke, glancing at everyone in the lobby.

I bolted up, causing the man to blink, surprised, before he cleared his throat.

"Um... this is... sitting down news," the man muttered, gesturing at the chair as he scanned the clipboard. "Lover was unfortunately unable to make it. She flatlined around 9 minutes ago, we've done everything we can, but she's gone." The man said, glancing between us carefully.

My heart shattered. Everything froze in time, and it felt like half of my heart fell through my ribcage and landed on the floor, then someone ran a car over it. But I couldn't cry. I heard Speak Now erupt into tears, I heard Folklore sobbing quietly and trying to comfort her, I heard the breathing of everyone else hitch, but I couldn't do anything. I sat there, my breathing perfectly normal and my expression blank. Why couldn't I cry? I just lost the love of my life and I couldn't fucking cry. I was a terrible person. In that moment, so many emotions started to rush through me. Fear, for how I could possibly keep going without her. Heartbreak, she's gone. But predominantly, Anger. I wanted to storm into the room and beat the fuck out of everyone who told me she would be okay. Who lied to me.

I stood up on shaky legs, grabbing my phone and not saying anything to anyone as I walked out of the hospital, blood of the now dead girl all over my dirty clothes. I walked out of the hospital, then I walked more. I walked until my feet stung and the sun had started to dip under the horizon, and then, only then, did I turn back and walk to the house I swore to Lover I wouldn't set foot in after the CPS incident. My dad stood right there, an angry glare painted on his face, but I didn't care. He could hit me all he wanted, it wouldn't bring her back.

The next 20 minutes went by in a blur, my face bloodied and bruised as I walked upstairs. My body burned, but I couldn't bring myself to wince. I dropped my phone on my bed and sunk down in it, staring up at the ceiling. My bed was unmade from the night a few days ago that she spent here, and it still smelled like her. I took in a deep breath, knowing I would never smell that scent again. I don't think I slept that night, I just stared at the ceiling until dark puffy bags were painted under my eyes.

The next... morning? I got up, grabbing my backpack and walking downstairs. I didn't cover the bruises, I didn't change my bloodied clothes, because in some twisted way, I wanted a fraction of her now that I couldn't ever get anything like her again.

I barely cared as the entire day went by, I hadn't taken any notes, I ignored everyone at lunch, I ignored the whispers as people took in the bruises on my face and the blood on my clothes, walking straight home.

My dad wasn't there this time, so I walked upstairs and laid down, letting my thoughts run. She can't be gone. I'm dreaming. She can't be gone.

I picked up my phone, calling the hospital, waiting until they picked up.

"Hello, McGraw's Medical Hospital, how can I help you?" The voice of a happy receptionist rang out.

My voice was devoid of any emotion as I asked the question I needed to know. "Is there a Lover Valentine in room 113, floor 4?" I asked, numb.

"Um..." the receptionist trailed off, and if I was paying attention, I would've heard the clacking of keys as the woman typed. "Unfortunately, Ma'am, she passed away yesterday evening." The woman said.