Chapter 7- Tell him…. I hate hospitals. I hate them with a passion. I have been in way too many of them for any kind of liking to come of it. But I have only been on this side of the bed a few times. It's a frightening thing, especially when it's someone you love. I held tightly to Michael's limp fingers, wishing he could squeeze my hand back and tell me that it was going to be okay, that he was going to be ok. The tears were pouring out of me like a river as I listened to the beep of the machines, the only thing letting me know that Michael' was still breathing and with me. The door opened and I jumped, turning to find Michael's doctor walking into the room. "Is he going to be ok?" I asked, my voice husky with emotion. "We'll know very soon Miss Miller, I promise" He said softly and I dropped my head, trying to fight back the urge to sob my heart out. He left the room and I turned back to Michael, lifting my hand and tenderly smoothing back his fuzzy curls. "I wish you would wake up" I whispered softly, rubbing his knuckles with my thumb. The tears come back again, and I try to hold them back, letting lose a strangled sob as a song comes to me. I hum it at first, and finding the sound comforting, I sing it softly to him, tenderly stroking his hair and watching his chest intently, watching for each intake of breath. This time, This place That I love you The song touches something deep in me and I really start to cry. I am so completely terrified I am going to lose him. I close my eyes, remembering him singing to me on my birthday, the way his brown eyes shine when he dances. I remember him holding a child, hugging me so tight I lost track of where he ended and I began. I don't know what I would do if those were the last times I saw him. I crawl up onto the bed beside him, pulling his arm around me and pressing my face into his chest. The smell of his cologne comforts me, and reminds me of the last two months. Flashbacks come and go, and after awhile, I startle and realize I had falled asleep and Michael's doctor had walked in. I blush deeply and climb down from his bed "I'm sorry" I say in an embarrassed voice "Its alright. I find people like that all the time." He says kindly. "Michael is going to be fine" He says kindly and my knees buckle with relief. I press the back of his hand to my forehead, whispering a soft prayer of thanks to god and the angels. "He has a concussion and a lot of bruising. But nothing majorly serious. Keep him working and moving and he'll be back to his old self in no time" He told me and I nodded, squeezing Michael's hand gently. "Why is he still sleeping?" I ask "He was pretty exhausted when he came in, so we sedated him to let him get some rest" He answers and I nod and look back at him, smoothing his hair back again. "He should be waking up in the next few hours" He says and I nod and walk outside with him, the others crowding around with a million questions. "He has concussion and some pretty bad bruising but if we keep him moving he'll be his crazy dancing self in no time" Julie comes up and hugs me, and I shudder in her arms, realizing just how close I came to losing him. I look down at my sister and lightly grasp her hands. "Julie. How do you feel about Jackie?" I ask, getting straight to the point. She blushes deeply, answering my question without words. "Don't worry. I'm taking my own advice" I tell her and she smiles brightly, understanding what I mean without my having to explain. I hug her again and walk back into Michael's room, rehearsing in my head what I am going to say when he wakes up.
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore
"The doctor says Michael will be fine" I smile as everyone lets out cheers and sighs of relief.
"No matter what it is. Tell him Julie. You never know if you'll get another chance!" I say urgently.
