Just a little something. I'd like to keep updating if people are interested? XO
Her body lay still and lifeless, the only movement was her chest slowly rising and falling because of the multitude of wires attaching her to the machines. Her usually perfect skin was dull in comparison to her normal olive tones, both deep and superficial wounds covered her face and visible skin and bruises adorned her head and cheeks in colours that envied the darkest of night skies.
The days had dragged on for those sitting by Carla's hospital bed for hours on end, watching in agonised silence for the slightest sign of life. Michelle had hardly left her side, stroking her hand tenderly every day, talking lovingly to the best friend she'd endured years of pain, laughter and love with. Others attended as frequently as they could, Tracy, the one who had pulled Carla from the wreckage of the bus crash had been every day and Michelle knew that when, if, Carla ever awoke, their relationship would be changed forever. Even Carla's estranged brother had been granted day release from prison, turning up escorted by police to beg his sister to wake and promise his forgiveness if she'd just open her goddamned eyes.
Nothing.
But what really broke Michelle's heart, what made her cry almost as much as seeing the closest person she had left in such a state was seeing Carla's ex-husband, every day, standing helplessly by the window, never coming in, never staying long enough to speak to anyone. But Peter was there without fail, looking for a change, his cheeks looking tearstained constantly, even when no tears were being shed. The look in his eyes told Michelle all she needed to know. He'd never stopped loving Carla. He probably never would.