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AN: Hope you enjoy my next chapter :)
She was standing on the roof. Her back to a wall. Leaning against it. Looking up to the sky. Smoking.
A bad habit she had started a few days ago. Exactly 6 days. The 6 days since Sophie has been in an accident and in a coma.
Sian had come to the hospital every day.
Crying most of the time.
She was feeling horrible for fighting with Sophie. Terrified that her best friend wouldn't wake up from the coma that she was partly to blame for.
She had run away on the second day, just trying to get away from all the guilt and fear. Somehow she had landed up on the hospitals roof. Meeting a stranger who silently had passed her a cigarette.
She had taken it and smoked from this day on.
The blonde threw the rest of the cigarette away, seeing it being taken away by the wind.
She took out her mobile phone. One missed call
Connor had tried to call her. She didn't bother to call him back.
She felt nothing when seeing this. No feeling of butterflies in her stomach when reading his messages. No happily waiting for him to come and see her.
Nothing.
It was as if she was in a coma too. An emotional one.
Quietly she had walked back into Sophie's room. The blonde sat down, taking Sophie's hand in her own, rubbing it tenderly. Silently sitting there, praying and begging Sophie to wake up.
She didn't know for how long she had stayed today. As the clock stroke 6 o'clock in the evening a doctor came in to check on the brunettes vitals.
No change. We don't know when she'll wake up. We'll have to wait and see I'm sorry miss.
That's what they told her every time she asked. It was really frustrating.
It was time to go. Sian got up and said her goodbyes to Sophie. Waiting a moment longer, as if she was magically waking up to answer her. Wishful thinking, Sian thought.
On her way outside she grabbed her mobile phone. One new message
It was Connor, again.
Hey babe,
Hope you don't forget to bring the milk today? I've run out on it. See ya later.
Connor xx
Sian put it angrily back into her pocket.
Ha, sure, as if there is nothing more important to think about than milk at the moment!
The blonde was really frustrated by now. Her boyfriend didn't seem to be as supportive and caring as Sian thought he was.
He couldn't really get why Sian was only a shadow of herself at the moment.
After all it was Sophie, who was laying in the hospital bed not her.
He simply couldn't understand the relationship between her and Sophie.
But Sian couldn't ignore the fact, that he didn't seem to care if she, his girlfriend, was hurting or not. He was quite selfish and ignorant. Nothing like Sophie, who always seemed to put Sian first.
Hell, she even jumped in front of a car for me, the blonde thought.
As she got to his flat she was determined to talk things through with him. Without hesitance she opened the door….
Meanwhile at the hospital:
Rosie had arrived at Sophie's side and was talking to her like her sister wasn't in a coma and they were simply having a chat. Well, now it seemed to be more like a monologue, but the doctors had told Rosie to talk to Sophie, so she could hear familiar voices.
Suddenly in the middle of telling Sophie about her new modeling project Sophie's heartbeat monitor increased.
In the mean time:
Sian was hurting. Connor and she were yelling at each other. Fighting. Screaming.
In the middle of doing the unavoidable.
"If this is really what you think, then I have nothing to say to you" Sian spat, while walking towards the door. Ready to leave this place. And him.
"It is obvious that you care about her more than about anyone else, Sian. You were never in love with me" Connor said.
The blonde turned around.
"Of course I care about her. She is my best friend for god's sake" She had screamed the last part while crying.
"No Sian, she was never only your best friend and you know that. I never had a real chance, because your heart was already taken when we met" He added in a quiet tone "I never stood a chance to Sophie, because you love her"
Sian was sobbing uncontrollably now. All her feelings spilled out. She knew he was right. Deep down she knew for a long time.
When did her life become so messed up?
As always, thanks for reading ;)