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His sister’s sentence confused him, to say the least, “What do you mean, he did a pretty good job of it?” He spoke before clueing in that Nathan didn’t even know it was Bethany at the time of their conversation. “Was he drunk?” He asked, curious if that could have made an effect.

“Prescott?” he repeated, “Okay…” He spoke distantly trying to connect the dots that weren’t there. “I don’t know who that is… I gotta find him.” He spoke then looking at his sister, “Okay. Do you want me to come in with you?” Even though his sister was independent and very much an adult, he still saw her as his little sister.

Austin’s first question was answered with a light shake of her head. No, Nathan hadn’t appeared drunk and she didn’t smell any strong liquor on him either.

She also shook her head in response to his next question. "No, I’m okay.” It might have been a lie, but she hoped it’d come true soon enough. “Just...find him before he hurts someone else... or himself.” Bethany muttered before getting out of the car and closing the door behind her.

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( “Are you okay?” ) —— they asked

Throat tightening up Eyes burning with tears Heart aching

( “I’m fine.” ) —— I said with a smile

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Austin shook his head, she was already upset and he knew he was just making it worse, but it didn’t calm him down either. “What is wrong with this family? Why can’t we be like every other fucking family.” He muttered shaking his head.

“You couldn’t..? What do you mean? He knows you, why wouldn’t he recognize you.” He spoke putting some pieces together. If he didn’t think it was Bethany then.. “Who did he think you were?” He spoke outloud assuming that knowing this would be important before getting him.

"He didn’t mean to hurt me,” Bethany muttered, looking down at her arm and shaking her head at the thought. It didn’t make being attacked any less terrifying, but it did make a difference. At least ... it should make a difference.

“Prescott.” The name fell from her lips quietly, as if saying it scared her. “He kept calling me Prescott.” Maybe Austin knew who that was, maybe he didn’t, but Bethany, for once in her life, wasn’t curious to find out. Not today anyway. Maybe not even tomorrow.

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Austin’s brain was travelling at a speed he couldn’t keep up with, he gripped his steering wheel thinking about the pain Bethany must be in. “Why.” He states, less as a question and more of a serious statement. “Why would he do this to you? Did you do anything? Poke the bear with your psychology??” He didn’t mean to come off so offensive, he was so confused about where to direct his anger, he couldn’t control it.

Bethany’s mind went blank then. Perhaps his insinuation stung so much because she herself couldn’t help but feel like this whole mess, everything, was because of her - even if she didn’t mean for any of it. It had started with the stupid bathtub incident and now a man was hurt or dead because of her. She was in the middle of it, yet again.

“I...I don’t-” The car came to a halt. “Maybe...I didn’t mean to.. I couldn’t make him recognize me... I don’t know.” As much as she tried to identify the moment it had all gone wrong, she couldn’t.

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Austin turned his head and looked at his sister with furrowed eyebrows as she was so confident to shut down his suggestions. “What?” He spoke, his main thoughts was thought out of the two he’d sent Kristine, so why was she so against it. In this moment of worry and weirdness, his brain went to wondering why Kristin wouldn’t be good enough. Not long after having that thought, Bethany explained why. ‘He needs you’ that sentence ran through his mind a hundred times in just three seconds.

He was thinking about his brother and where he could be when his thoughts were interrupted with Bethany’s explanation of the plan. “Whoa, What?” He asked very seriously staring at his sister. “Why? What are you going to do? Sit by his bed? Why would you do that?” Austin wouldn’t be able to deal with the fact that Bethany was seeing Michael before his coma, not now. Her basically saying she will feel some comfort that he’s there since he’s in a coma makes him worried. “What’s going on between you two?” He asked before shaking his head, “No, you know what. Don’t tell me, I can’t think about that now.” He spoke as he pulled up to the emergency room entrance of the hospital.

Bethany was quiet as she stared out of the window, feeling her brother’s eyes on her. Why he was so surprised that she’d visit Michael was beyond her - it wasn’t a secret that they knew each other. It hardly mattered now though. There were too many things on her mind, worries and fears mostly, combined with a tangled mess of emotions that were all coming back now that the initial shock was slowly wearing off. She was too exhausted to mask whatever feelings she had for Michael.

“Because I care about him.” The hospital was popping into view. Wiping at her wet eyes, Bethany stared at the ground once more. “Promise you’ll keep me updated? On Nathan’s phone.... mine’s...broken.”

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Austin looked at his sister and he felt so bad about what she’d gone through. He could see the fear in her eyes. “It’s okay, I'll find him.” He spoke as they started to drive towards the hospital. “I’ll drop you off, look for him and be back..” after saying that he disagreed with his own plan. “No, I can’t leave you, we can look for him now..” he suggested before shaking his head again. “No, you need a doctor… Fuck.”

“Okay… here’s what’s going to happen… we’ll go to the hospital. I’ll call someone… Kristine… or Isabella.. someone can start looking… Then we’ll join them if it’s not too bad. Is it just your arm?” Austin’s brain was going everywhere, he wanted to be able to accommodate finding his brother while making sure his sister got the help she needed.

"No!” Her reaction to his suggestion sounded a bit more panicked than she intended and was immediately followed by a deep breath. “Don’t send Kris or Isabella to look for him. I don’t think that would be...good...” A moment of pause. “He needs you.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, she continued: “Just...drop me off. It’s okay, really. I’ve gotten stitches before. And ... it’s not even like I’ll be alone. Michael’s there.” God, why did she just say that? Out loud it sounded so depressing, and yet, the thought of sitting quietly in Michael’s hospital room instead of looking for Nathan sounded so much better. Calmer. Further away from the world. Maybe she’d just hide out in her comatose friend’s room forever.

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Austin looked at his sister as she was about to cry, he gently pulled her into his chest wrapping his arms around her when she asked to leave he nodded his head. “Yes, yes, let’s get you to the hospital. C’mon.” He didn’t push anything further, she was already so confused why Nathan would do this and as much as Austin himself was pissed, he didn’t know what to think or feel. His parents told him, Nathan was dangerous, he intended to kill Bethany. While actually getting to know his brother, he wanted to believe his parents were wrong. But this, this changes things. He didn’t know what to do. He guided his sister towards the car, “Where did you say Nathan was? Where did he go after?”

Even after being pulled into a much needed hug, Bethany kept avoiding eye contact, afraid that Austin would be able to see the part she left out on purpose in her dark, scared eyes. He didn’t need to know that Nathan had almost killed her, how close the scalpel had come to her neck. No one needed to know that. Beth wished she could forget about that too.

“I told him to stay where he was,” she said quietly as she got into the car, finally feeling somewhat safe again. “I told him you’d pick him up...” Only now did it down on her that Austin was here, which meant he wasn’t with Nathan, which left her with an additional nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach.

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Austin stood in front of his sister as he could see she was a little paler. The second she mentioned their brother’s name, he went frigid. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his sister hoping she’d look him in the eye. “What did he do?” He spoke in a serious tone before he looked down, “Did he do this?” He looked at his sister, “Bethany, tell me. Did Nathan do this to you?”

Bethany kept staring at the ground, biting back tears, because she knew once she allowed them to come, it’d be hard to stop crying and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to cry. She was fine. Things were going to be fine.

“Yes,” she muttered quietly in response to his question, pressing her fingers more tightly against her arm. “He stabbed a guy who tried to stop him, I don’t... I don’t know why that happened, Aus. It was all so fast. He had a scalpel. Can we please just go?”

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Austin felt so lost now more than ever, all he could think of what why his sister suddenly needed to go to the hospital. He dropped everything when he heard the word and started to look for his keys, wallet, even his phone, he looked for it for the majority of their conversation before he realized he was using it. His stress level was through the roof. Finally, he got everything sorted, and left the house. He doesn’t remember if he locked the door, though in this moment he doesn’t care, his brain goes for the worst when something happens to his family. He rushed to the location and saw his sister with her hand on her arm. He could see the blood pretty clearly, he parked and got out of the car so fast to be by his sister’s side. “What the hell?!” He exclaimed, “Oh my god, what the hell happened?”

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One or two people who’d seen her on the street had offered their help, asking her if she needed a ride to the hospital, but Bethany just kept walking. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have used a ride, but her mind was still far too anxious to get into some stranger’s car. So she walked down the street until Austin insisted on picking her up, and at that point, she simply stopped and leaned against a wall, waiting for him.

When he showed up, he asked the one question she had no idea how to answer, partly because what happened didn’t even feel real yet. “Nathan-” Brown eyes fixated the ground as she attempted to come up with a somewhat satisfying answer. “He was ... confused. Hallucinating, I think.” A breath. “He didn’t recognize me...”

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