Leonidas’s room looks scary. Not even a hint of light shines in here, and what makes me even more nervous is seeing his bed perfectly made. Not a wrinkle is in his sheets. His pillows are fluffed and not slept on.
Where is he?
Walking around the packed boxes in a frenzy, I whisper-shout, “Leonidas?”
Hearing no movement behind me, I look over my shoulder and find two of the three triplets standing near the door. I motion with my hand for them to come in, but they wave me off.
“You’re the one he wants to see,” Elijah whispers from across the room.
Or I could be the last. It depends on how you look at things. My breaths turn shaky as I nod at them. It’s all on me now.
A lesson I learned a while back is to listen to your gut because it’s always right. Right now, my gut is screaming at me that something is wrong. I have that feeling in my stomach when you know something bad will happen before it actually does.
When I walk around the bed and spot him crouched on the floor, time stops while my heart falls to my feet.
I run over to his side and drop to my knees in front of him. Leonidas’s body is hunched down, leaning against the wall. His arms are on his bent knees, and his face is pressed against them, hiding him from my view. What scares me the most is how he hasn’t flinched. I have seen no movement come from his body.
“Leonidas?” I say in a serious tone.
Please look up.
Still nothing, not even a slight squirm. My heart that fell to the floor now feels like it is being stomped on as I eye the pill bottle that lies next to him.
No.
No, no, no.
Please don’t tell me he took pills because of me, because of everything I said that I regret astronomically.
Gripping the orange tube in my shaking hand, I peer into it as tears fill my eyes. It’s almost full. It doesn’t look like he’s taken anything.
Thank God.
Why is it lying next to him then? If he didn’t take any, was he going to?
I raise my hand in the air, and my fingers become numb due to the anxiety possessing my body. Swallowing hard, I place my hand against his hot skin. It’s practically burning. Sweat covers his skin. Leonidas’s eyes still don’t meet mine.
“Leonidas, I know you can hear me. Tell me if you're not okay. Tell me if you need anything.” My voice is slow and thoughtful.
My hand slowly runs through his hair. Gripping the back of his head in my palm, I turn his head up.
I nearly flinch back when his eyes find mine. His once-beautiful brown orbs are now glassy and red. Leonidas’s face is pale and shines with sweat. His plump lips, which I’ve touched against mine many times, are cracked. Not to mention, the hair I love is a mess, sticking up in all different directions.
What scares me the most is how he still says nothing to me. His eyes just bore into my own. They have a faraway look to them.
“Leonidas,” I say shakily. As I hopelessly clasp his cheeks in my hands, tears full of fear trickle down my face.
“Get those away from me,” he croaks out suddenly.
His voice is thick with desperation, hoarseness, and sadness. I can tell by the way he winces that he hasn’t spoken for days.
I look down at my hand and find the pill bottle. Knowing that’s causing his distress, I throw it at Elijah. He catches it easily and gives me a thumbs-up. I watch as Amelia nudges him with her elbow. They back away from the door. Giving me and Leonidas the space we both need.
Deep breaths, Trinity. Deep breaths.
“What happened to you?” I stress. I grip his face harder. “What did you do to yourself?”
He relaxes his cheek into my palm. “Nothing,” he whispers.
