Chapter I
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Thirty seven minutes. That's how long you've been sitting there. The clock being your only companion in this eternal wait.
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Forty two minutes. Nobody tells you anything. You don't know anything. You have to wait, they told you that much. And that's what you're doing: you are waiting.
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Forty nine minutes. When they called you, you just froze on your spot. You stood there, listening to them. All you could do was wondering why.
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Fifty five minutes. You didn't have time to think, you had to go. It got you more than an hour to realize it doesn't matter why. Nothing matters. Nothing but her.
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One hour and one minute. Pru finally arrives and she sits next to you. You share a look, but you don't talk, you don't even say a word. There's nothing to say, your eyes already tell enough.
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One hour and thirteen minutes. She slips her hand into yours and looks at you. You don't look back, but you squeezes her hand. You're not alone.
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One hour and twenty seven minutes. You close your eyes. This feeling of nothingness is eating you inside. You don't dare to feel anything else. You don't dare to do anything.
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One hour and thirty five minutes. You shouldn't have let her go. If you hadn't, now she would be okay. You would have cuddled all day. You would have made love over and over again. You would have made up for the lost time. But you've let her go and now she's hurt. It's all your fault.
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One hour and forty three minutes. It's your fault. Your eyes start to waver, but you won't let the tears fall. You won't. You can't.
"It's okay to cry, you know?"
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One hour and forty four minutes. No, it's not. It's not okay. You can't cry. You caused all this, you're not allowed to cry. But she can.
"So why don't you?"
She looks down and doesn't answer. You look the other away.
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One hour and fifty one minutes. You should probably call Caleb to inform him. You scroll your contact list and find his number. You stare at his name on the screen: how can you tell someone things like this? How can you tell Caleb something like this? You switch your phone off.
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Two hours and eight minutes. You hear your name being called and you turn your head in the direction of the voice. Here there are the doctors. You stand up immediately and you approach them, heart on your throat. Pru follows right behind you.
"Miss Fields?", you nod, "We've been allowed to tell you about the patient's condition by her father."
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Two hours and fourteen minutes. They make you sit, they tell you about all injuries Paige reported. Cracked ribs. Broken leg. Dislocated shoulder. Scratches on the whole body. But that's not all, you know that.
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Two hours and eighteen minutes. You stare at them. You feel like they are trying to find the right words to say something completely wrong. But they're aware that there isn't a right way.
"We are sorry to inform you that she is in a coma."
The clock has just reset to zero.
Disclaimer: The show and its characters do not belong to me.
Author's note: Hello, I'm back. How are you? It's been so long.
Short chapter, I know, but you know that's how I write, right?
Well, at least we found out what happened to Paige. And hey, I could never kill of one of my favorite characters. Or maybe I could, who knows?
She is in a coma, however, and that's not going to be easy for anyone. So be ready to make this journey with Emily. We have to be strong.
Okay, dramatic moment over. I think I will update depending on how much I wrote the chapter before, like, this is a short chapter so the next will be coming within a week/ten days, but if the chapter is long (for my standards) it will take more.
Let me know what you think of it.
See ya,
Meek.