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WARNING!
This chapter is complete cr*p and may cause crying, vomiting, shock, depression, injury or even death. Read at your own risk.
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Chapter nine
Comatose
Recap
I felt blood on my arm. But nothing besides my head hurt. I thought the impact of the car would have broken my bones. My hip, arm, leg, ribs, something. But I felt no pain in my body. Why wasn't I seriously hurt? Why do I have blood on my arm? I cracked my eyes open and looked up to where Bill should have been standing. "Where was Bill?" I asked confused. People were crowded around me with horrified expressions. Why were they so terrified? I wasn't hurt that bad, was I?
Then I noticed something else. It wasn't my own blood on me. I ignored the pain that shot through my head as I turned to my right. What I saw made me sick. I stared wide eyed at the still, lifeless body next to me. My vision blurred with tears. Fear drowned me and my stomach flipped with a sickening feeling.
"BILL!"
End recap
I sat up ignoring the pain in my head. Bill was laying on the ground motionless looking at me. Blood was coming from his head. The cold rain washed some of the blood down the street. I stood up rushing over to him.
His breathing was shallow and came out in small gasps. His eyes were losing light as he struggled to keep them open. The skin on his left arm and cheek was scraped. Blood dripped from his head forming a puddle on the asphalt.
"Don't close your eyes! Stay awake! Please!" I choked out panicked. My heart raced with fear and my eyes stung with tears.
"I can't." He gasped in pain. "You have to! Don't close your eyes! Don't die!" I sobbed.
Slowly, his eye lids began to shut. I cried for him to stay awake. But I knew it wasn't going to keep him awake. "Please Bill, Stay awake. Don't close your eyes." He looked at me with half lidded glazed over eyes.
"I won't." He said in a raspy voice.
He was dying, I knew it. I could hear the faded sound of sirens in the distance. I sign the ambulance was coming. I prayed they would get here in time. "I promise." His eyes slowly closed as he spoke his promise in a soft quiet voice.
"No! Don't die! Please Bill!" I screamed tightening my hand around his.
his eyes fully shut and his body went limp. "No!! You can't die!" Uncontrollable sobs shook my body. The ambulance arrived and the crowed of people opened up to let them through. Two paramedics rushed over to Bill and ripped me from him. One of the paramedics checked his pulse.
"He's alive, but he might not make it to the hospital!" The paramedic announced. They put him on a stretcher and lifted him into the ambulance. After Bill was in a woman rushed me in after him and they slammed the doors shut.
In the ambulance I continued to cry. What if he didn't make it? What if he died right here in this ambulance? The aching headache that ticked in my brain became more painful and loud. My eyes were sore and tired from crying. I felt sleepy but I needed to stay awake. I couldn't just fall asleep while Bill was dieing.
I tried paying attention as they wrapped bandages around Bill's head. But I couldn't seem to focus. What was going on with me? My eyes didn't want to stay open. The sound in the room started to fade and become more distant. My vision blurred and my eyes began to close.
"Were losing him!" Were the last words I heard before falling into a black sleep.
I woke to the sound of beeping. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself laying in a hospital bed. I stood up and looked around confused. "Why was I in the hospital?" I was just sleeping. How strange.
I looked around to see someone sleeping in a bed across the room. I walked over to the window quietly to not wake the sleeping person.
It was night. The streets were wet with rain water. The town was lit by the shops and street lights that littered the city. I sighed and turned back around. "How long had I been sleeping?" I walked to the door and placed my hand on the door knob. I twisted it half way before I looked at the sleeping person curious to see there face.
I gasped in shock when I saw who the person was. "Bill?" The memories of today's events rushed back to me and I ran over to him.
"He was alive!" He was covered in bandages and casts, but he was alive. I was so happy he made it through. The paramedic said they were losing him before I passed out, but he was right here and alive. I needed to tell him sorry. It was my fault this happened. I brushed some hair out of his face and sighed sadly.
"I heard him talking after class. He feels sorry for you. He said that you didn't have any friends. He thinks he would be doing you a big favor by pretending to like you because he's so famous and all."
I thought of what Karin had said. I let the memory carry on.
"But there's even more. He remembers you. He said you were always a loser and no one liked you. That's why he was friends with you in the first place."
I didn't care anymore. I didn't care if his friendship was fake. I could live with it being fake. I just needed to be with him and the others. But would he forgive me? I would understand if he didn't. Wait, if he was only pretending to like me. Why did he save me? If it was fake, why would he push me out of the way knowing he would be hurt? Realization hit me and frustration filled my very being.
"She lied to me!" Karin lied to me. And I believed her! I fell for it. Why was I so stupid? Bill was just trying to apologize, but I had to be an idiot and yell at him. I tightened my hands into fists and tears slowly dripped down my cheeks. I needed to tell Bill I was sorry, I couldn't wait any longer. It had to be now. I wiped the tears away. I know I should let him rest, but I couldn't help myself.
"Bill, please wake up." I said quietly. Bill made no sign of waking. So I tried again, this time a little louder then before. I gently took his hand. "Bill! wake up." But he didn't move a single inch. Was he still under anesthesia? That must be it.
I let go of his hand and sighed in disappointment. "I hope he wakes up soon." I thought while I walked around his bed and picked up his chart. I read over his injuries with a sick feeling in my stomach. My eyes widened when I read a certain sentence.
I dropped the chart letting it fall to the ground with a loud 'clank' noise. Tears flowed out of my eyes and streamed down my face but I didn't let a single sound escape my lips. I stared at him with wide eyes frozen in place.
"He's in a..coma." He isn't under anesthesia, he isn't asleep. He's in a coma. And it's all my fault.
"Why did this have to happen?" More tears fell from my eyes as I said this to myself. "it's all my fault!" I sobbed. My legs acted on there own and I ran out of the room crashing into someone. We came tumbling to the ground.
"Your awake." an emotionless voice said. I looked up to see Tom with a can of coca-cola spilled over himself.
"I'm sorry." I sobbed trying to make the words understandable through my tears. He looked at his shirt blankly. He picked up his spilled soda can and stood up throwing it away in a near by trash can.
"I don't mind." The way his voice sounded scared me. It was dead and cold.
His eyes were red and puffy. He looked miserable. And it was my fault. I couldn't help but sob more looking into his sad eyes.
He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. "It's late. You should go home." I looked at him confused.
"What?"I asked wiping away my tears with the long sleeve of my dark blue shirt. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone.
"Call your parents and tell them where you are. They must be worried." He said holding the phone out to me. I took it and punched in Mrs. Allens phone number. I pushed send and it rang twice before the phone picked up.
"Hello?" She asked. "It's Victoria Mrs. Allen." I heard her gasp on the other end. "It's ten at night! Where are you? Why did you stay out so late?" She said mad.
"I'm at the hospital. One of my friends was hit by a car." She stayed quiet for a moment.
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that Victoria. I hope your friends okay." She said softer feeling guilty for yelling at me. I stayed quiet. "Well I'll be there in a minute to pick you up. Bye." She hung up the phone and I sighed.
I handed the phone back to Tom and he put it back in his pocket. "Who was that woman? What about your parents?" He asked.
"My parents aren't here. I came to Germany by myself and am living with Mrs. Allen. An old friend of my parents." I explained. He nodded and stepped into the hospital room. I watched as he pulled out a chair and placed it by Bill's bed. He sat down and looked at him.
"You were with Bill when he was hit by that car, right?" He was still staring at Bill as he spoke. I was surprised when he asked me that question. I looked at him for a few moments before answering.
"Yes." He shifted in his chair. "You were involved in the accident. Why? What happened?" He asked quietly. I frowned. The truth had to come out. I was sure he would hate me after this.
"He was trying to apologize for something. But I yelled at him. When he came closer I backed away into the street. He saw the car coming and pushed me out of the way. And I think you know the rest." I said looking down.
"I'm sorry." I apologized. More tears silently dripped down my face landing on the floor.
"It's not your fault." I looked at him shocked.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You didn't push him into the street. You didn't cause this to happen. It was an accident." He took a glance at me but looked back at Bill.
"Don't blame yourself." I stared at him silently. Why didn't he blame me for it?
"Oh." I said stupidly. We stayed in an awkward silence before I decided I should leave
"I should go now. See you later Tom." I said pushing open the door. "Yeah. Bye." He spoke taking another glance at me.
I walked down the hallway concerned. "I wonder if I should have left Tom by himself." I took a quick look back with worried eyes. I turned back brushing away my worries and and continued down the hall.
I stepped outside the hospital and sat down on a bench waiting for Mrs. Allen. Her car pulled up about two minutes later and I got in. We stayed silent as she drove out of the parking lot.
The ride home was quiet. It wasn't awkward. But it wasn't the calming quiet aether. I stared out the car window watching buildings and other things fly by us. After a few minutes of driving we pulled into the driveway and Mrs. Allen looked at me.
"Are you hungry?" She asked.
"Kinda." I said quietly.
"Do you want to get something to eat? Or should I make something at home?" I thought for a moment.
"Lets just make something at home." I answered. She nodded. "Okay then. I'll make you something while you take a shower." I looked at myself with realization. There was dried blood on me. My clothes were soggy and the mixture of blood and water was soaked into them. A sick feeling stirred in my stomach. I was still covered in Bill's blood.
I put my hand over my mouth. I was going to be sick. Tears pricked at my eyes but I held them back. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I immediately got out of the car. The gravel crunched under my feet until I stepped into the house. I ran into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. When the contents of my stomach were emptied into the toilet I sat on the floor feeling miserable.
Bill's blood was all over me. It made me sick. I sobbed as the memory of his lifeless eyes staring into mine came to mind. Would he ever wake up? Why did it have to end up like this? I heard a knock on the door and wiped away the tears.
"I have some new clothes for you." Saphire spoke softly. I stood up and cleaned my mouth out with some water in the sink. I opened the door and was met with Saphire's worried blue eyes.
"Thank you." I said and took the clothes. I shut the door and put them on the counter. I peeled away the wet clothes and turned on the shower testing the temperature until it was warm enough to get in. I washed away all the dried blood and washed my hair making sure to be careful about the bump. When I was finished I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself.
I wiped away the fog from the mirror and looked into my own puffy blood shot eyes. I sighed and began drying off my body. When I was fully dried off I got dressed in a pair of light blue sweat pants and a blue tank top. I quickly brushed my teeth trying to get the taste of puke fully out from my mouth. Before I left the bathroom I splashed some cold water onto my face to help my puffy eyes.
When I was finished I walked out of the bathroom and took a glance at the clock. "Eleven. I wonder if Tom is still at the hospital." I quickly shook the thought from my mind not wanting to go through another crying session.
"The food is ready." Mrs. Allen announced. I walked into the kitchen to see some pizza. The aroma of the food made my stomach growl and I realized how hungry I really was.
I took a plate and put two slices of pizza on it. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down at the table. I ate my food in silence staring out the window into the black night. When I was finished with my meal I put my dishes in the sink.
I grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills and popped one into my mouth. I took a swig of water and swallowed the pill. I wanted to go to sleep as fast as possible. I didn't want to stay up thinking about what happened today.
I went upstairs opening the door to my room and closing it after walking in. I changed into my pajamas's and turned the lights off before crawling under my blankets quickly falling asleep.
End chapter nine.
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