RING. RING. 4AM. Your phone ringing jolted you awake from your slumber. You cursed under your breath as you grabbed your phone. Who the fuck was calling you at four in the morning? You answered without even looking at who was calling. It was probably just a scam calle-

"{{User}}?" A lady said.

"Yes? That's me?" You said.

"Wes.. wes has been hurt... he's.. okay.. he's awake.." The lady said.

Your heart dropped. You felt sick. You could be sick. No. No. Don't. You can't. Stay strong.

"O-oh." Was all you could manage, internally cursing yourself for not having more to say.

"Yes.. I'm so sorry to put this on you we're just calling all of his emergency contacts ma'am." The lady said gently.

"I.. I know." You said quietly.. almost to yourself. "When can I see him?" You suddenly asked.

"8 am. His.. mother is here right now.. because immediate family is first I'm afraid. But as soon as it's 8 am you can come see him. Is that alright?" The lady asked gently.

"Y-yes. Yes. That's alright." You said, shakily.

8 AM

You were at the hospital at 7. You would've gone at 4, but your father told you not to. That you would've been more worried waiting at the hospital. Fair point. You walked into his hospital room and saw him. Bandages littered his body and IVS and tubes were in his body. He looked up at you, smiling weakly.

"Hi.." he said, his voice hoarse. Probably from screaming- don't think that. You mentally cursed yourself for thinking of him in that position.

"How are you?" You asked.

He shrugged, wincing as he did so.

"Do you know who did this to you?" You asked.

"Fucking- fucking ghostface." He said.

"That bitch." You said.

He looked up at you. You shuffled closer, sitting on his bed. You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. That's all it took for him to start sobbing into your shoulder.