MADDOX IZUMI
He let his back rest against the wall beside Cyrus' hospital room door, catching his breath for the first time since that text. His head too rested against the wall, eyes sliding closed as he willed himself to contain any tears that may threaten to slip out. He needed to do something, anything, to keep his mind off of Cyrus if only for the time Reid was in the room. Before he knew it, his phone had been pulled out of his pocket and his thumb was hovering over the call button under Annabelle's name. There was a moment of hesitation, and Maddox knew well enough that he wouldn't be able to lie to his best friend for long. But he needed to talk to someone about this.
"Hey Mad, everything okay?" Belle's voice traveled through the phone speaker as serene and motherly as always. Maddox gaze remained on the ceiling tiles above him as he spoke. "Yeah, everything's fine. Why do you ask?" his voice was soothed enough to convince anyone. Anyone that wasn't Annabelle that is. "Maddy please, I know you better than I know myself. You wouldn't be calling so late if everything was "fine" . A soft sigh left his mouth as he wondered just how someone could read him so easily when no one else could. There was a short pause, which Anabelle took as a signal to continue talking. "Did you and Cy have a fight?" Maddox almost laughed at the irony, wishing that Belle was right and that a fight was as bad as the situation had gotten.
"No...actually...I'm at the hospital." there was a small gasp on the other end and the sound of movement, but Maddox continued before Belle had the chance to respond. "I'm fine, but Cy...he's-" there was sudden shortness of breath that cut off Maddox' words. He could feel his insides turning just like they had the moment he'd arrived at the parking lot and saw Cyrus' still body on the ground. "Maddox what happened!". Where to start? He ran a hand through his hair, letting his eyes fall to his mud and blood covered shoes. "Apparently Michael Izumi tried to bribe him. Money in exchange for our break up...and he said no." The more times he told the story, the more Maddox wondered what made Cyrus believe he was worth this? He deserved better, that much was clear to everyone except the blonde. "I'm going to kill him Belle...I swear on what little I have left, he's going to regret everything he's ever done to anyone-"
"Wow, okay hold on! Where's Cyrus? Is he going to be okay?" the questioned circled on his mind along with the predictions the doctor and nurses had given him. He wasn't sure how to even answer. "Doctor said there's a lot of damage...broken ribs, hands...internal bleeding. Concussion. If I hadn't gotten there when I did he'd-" his voice trails off, caught by Belle's low sigh on the other end. The thought of Cyrus being so close to death leaves Maddox breathless. All he can do is stare at the ground and listen as Annabelle announces she'll be on the next flight to Miami and how there's nothing he can do or say to stop her. Eventually, the call ends with an agreement to meet at the hospital. He put his phone away and let his back slide down the wall, his body relaxing to the point of almost fallen asleep. Just as he decides to get up and go for a walk, Maddox spots Jack bulldozing his way over, followed by someone he can somewhat recognize as Max if memory serves him right.
There isn't much of a chance to react before a punch is thrown his way and Jack is holding onto his shirt collar. Any other time, Maddox would have fought back immediately, whether it'd be through a punch of his own or a sarcastic remark. Any other day but today. Today he felt like he deserved every blow Jack wanted to give him and then some. "It's fine...just let him do it." he said, voice low as he looked at Max before turning to Jack. "Go on...if you want to hit me so badly then do it. I won't fight back." he kept his hands behind his back as a way to prove his point, ignoring Reid's statement about his right to be there. He had no right to be anywhere near Cyrus.
"Maddox!" the familiar voice tumbled down the hall seconds before Oliver's face came into view. He quickly reached the group, giving the Sigmas a quick look over before turning to Maddox. "Belle told me what happened. Where is he? Is he okay?" Maddox let out a sigh, tired of not having an answer to the same question. He wanted to believe Cyrus would be okay, he wanted to believe his Cyrus was tough and would make it through this with flying colors. But the universe had never been on Maddox side, and he wouldn't dare to say it would be now. "I don't know Ollie...I don't-" he could feel the need to cry bubbling inside of his chest again, but he wasn't sure if there were any tears left in him. His fist landed on the wall beside him with a loud thud as he distanced himself from the small group, taking a seat on a nearby bench. He buried his face in his hands and closed his eyes, willing this nightmare to just be over.