Inevitable (A Sidemen Fanfiction)

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It's amazing how everything can come crashing down in a matter of seconds. Seconds is all it takes. Maybe it was inevitable for something to go drastically wrong. Things just don't work out perfectly anymore. They never do. I heard the sirens coming as I stared out the broken windshield through glassy and closing eyes. My mouth was parted with blood slowly dropping out of my nose. I couldn't hear my dad anymore. I heard Ranger whimpering and I felt him licking my limp hand. At least he was okay. And it all went black

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Everything was white. It was so bright it hurt my head. My body felt light, like I didn't even have one. My eyes fluttered open. I was sitting up in a hospital bed. Ranger was staring at me in a seat next to the bed. I turned my head slowly to the other side of the bed. My heart sank. There sat Josh. He had his hands together in front of him and he was staring at the bed. Not at me, the bed. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I turned my head around slowly to look at the bed. There laid me. I looked down at my own body. Then, everything went black once more.

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This time, my body was heavy. I definitely had one. I knew I did. I was okay. My breath caught in my throat for a moment, but it didn't last long. I tried with all of my might to open my eyes and they fluttered opened slowly. The bright lights of the hospital room made my head begin to pound. "Mackenzie. You're awake." A voice said to my right. I looked over slowly. It was Josh. "Stay here. I'll go get the doctor." He said quickly before jumping out of his seat and bolting out of the door. There was a bark to my left. Ranger. I lifted my arm up to let him know I was okay. He began licking my hand excitedly. My whole body felt sore. I looked down at it. My right hand was in a brace. That seemed to be the only thing visibly wrong. The door opened again and Josh walked in with a doctor, I assumed, right behind him. "Hello. Mackenzie." He smiled. I nodded in response. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions." He said, sitting down in Josh's previous spot. "Could you raise your hands in the air and wiggle your fingers?" He asked. I, slowly but surely, did as he asked successfully. He wrote something on a clipboard and stood up. He put his clipboard down and he grabbed my leg, bending it. "Does this hurt at all? Any pain?" He asked. I cleared my throat, even if I didn't need to. "It's just sore." I said quietly. He nodded and did the same thing to the other leg. "Any headache or nausea?" He asked. I shook my head. "Okay. Are you still taking your antidepressants?" He asked. I nodded slowly. Josh didn't necessarily need to know that. I still didn't even know why he was here. "Do you know what day it is?" He asked. I shook my head slowly. "Do you remember anything?" He asked. I thought about it for a moment. "The last thing I remember is packing for London." I said quietly. He nodded. "So you don't know what happened?" He asked. I shook my head. He sighed. "You and your father were in a horrible car accident." He said. "Dad. Where's my dad?" I asked, starting to sit up. He let me sit up, even if it hurt horribly. "I'm sorry, Mackenzie. He didn't make it." He said slowly. I looked down at my lap. Ranger whimpered beside me. He knew something was wrong. He can often sense a panic attack coming before I could. My heart pounded in my ears and I blacked out. I was conscious. I couldn't see or hear, but I could feel everything. I could feel my heart breaking. I could feel the tears in my eyes build up. "That's why I'm here." Josh's voice brought me back to reality. The blackness faded and I looked up. "I'm the only family you have left." He said quietly, staring into my eyes. I looked away, to Ranger. A single tear slipped down my face. "I'm going to take you off of your medication until your wrist heels completely. Just in case." The doctor said, writing on his clipboard. He turned to Josh. "This is her prescription for the antidepressants. Fill it when her wrist is healed. You can get it filled when you two get back to London at your local pharmacy. Whenever it's all gone at the end of the month, you can just get it refilled. She should be able to take the cast off in four weeks. When she does, she needs to exercise it as much as she can. There should be no pain and if there is, see a doctor. I think that's all. You guys have safe travels." He said quickly, handing Josh a piece of paper. Josh nodded along to everything he said. The doctor walked out of the room and Josh turned to me. "I'm sorry about your dad. And your mum." He said, sitting back in his seat. "I-It's okay." I said, looking down. He was quiet for a moment. "It's been two weeks. You've been in a coma for two weeks." He said. I glanced up at him. "You're going to be living with me." He said. Ranger barked and I reached my hand over to him to soothe him. "He's your service dog, I've heard." Josh said. I nodded. "For your anxiety?" He asked. I nodded again, slower this time. "You know who I am, right?" He asked with a small chuckle. "Yeah. I watch your videos." I said quietly. "Well that's good. You already know me basically. You don't have to be so anxious around me or the rest of the Sidemen." He said. I knew he was making an effort to make me feel comfortable. And I felt horrible that it just wasn't working. I nodded. "Yeah. It helps a lot." I lied. "They said you can leave whenever you want. We can get a cab back to your house. We can pack up all of your things. I have your phone." He said. I looked over at him. He reached for something on the floor and I heard a bag rustling around before we brought it up into sight. It didn't have a scratch on it at all. "Thank you." I said, grabbing it from his outstretched hand. "We can stay the night at your house after we pack. Then we can catch a flight to London tomorrow?" He asked. I nodded. "Would you like some water? I'm going to go get some coffee." He offered, standing up from his chair. "Yes please." I said, nodding. He nodded in response before leaving the room. I sighed. I couldn't take any medication for my crippling anxiety when I probably needed it the most. I was going to be staying in a house full of strangers...basically. Right after my dad, the only family I had left, passed. I swung my legs to the side of the bed and hopped down. My legs hurt, but I still found myself walking around the room. I went to the open door to the bathroom and stepped inside, looking at myself in the mirror. I sighed as a tear ran down my face. This was going to be hell.