Author's note: Doesn't everyone just want to murder me for hurting Michael like that? I'm still deciding whether to kill him or not. :)! Not that I'm mad or anything, but who posted 4 reviews wanting Michael to die? I dunno, it just jumped out at me cus everyone else wanted him to live and get back with Mia. To whoever, I'll try not to make this a melodramatic soap opera.
Wednesday, December 29th, hospital
Mrs. Moscovitz came out with puffy eyes and a brave, encouraging smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Me: How is he?
Mrs.M: No change, the doctor said he's out of critical condition but she doesn't know when he'll wake up.
Her smile faltered and I reached for her hand.
Me: Don't worry Mrs. Moscovitz. I'm sure Michael will be alright.
The hardest part of the statement was trying to get myself to believe it also. Lily went into his room but came running out a few moments later.
Lily: I can't bear to see him like that.
Her mom held her and they cried together. They needed privacy so I quietly crept into Michael's room. Just as I saw him last night, he remained in the same position. His left arm was slung across his torso and he had a lock of chestnut hair in front of his right eye. His palm was turned up as if asking someone to hold it. I intertwined his fingers with mine and knelt at his side.
Me: Michael, it's me, Mia. I missed you so much since we broke up, I don't know how I could have let you go like that. But everything will be fine, I promise. You've gotta wake up, we're all waiting for you.
My tear dropped and landed on his arm. Even in this state, he was absolutely beautiful. My own angel. How could I possibly go on without him?
I stared at his gently sleeping form until the doctor came in.
Doc: I'm awfully sorry for disrupting you now but I'm afraid we have to run some tests on him.
Me: When will he wake up?
Doc: We do not know.
She gave me a sad sort of smile.
Me: Michael, I love you.
I kissed his hand and walked out the door.
Later on Wednesday
William showed up this morning.
Will: How is he?
He sat down at my side.
Me: He's still the same. Why are you here?
Will: Your grandmother asked me to come here and see you. I believe she was too embarrassed to do so herself. Do you need Lars to drive you back to the Plaza for a shower and a hot meal?
Me: No thanks, I really wanna stay here.
Mrs.M: You've been here all night Mia. Go home for a rest and you can come back later. I think you need a little sleep sweetie.
Me: But I...
Mrs.M: I don't want you to become ill also; we'll be fine here.
Me: I'll be back soon then.
I followed Michael out into the limo and found reporters from every news agency in New York waiting for us.
Rep: So princess Mia, is it true that your boyfriend's in a coma?
Rep2: Are you pregnant with his love child?
Rep3: What do you think about Gucci's spring line princess Mia? I know, I think vertical lines are absolutely hideous too!
Me: ENOUGH!
I couldn't be held responsible for what I did afterwards.
Me: What is wrong with you? Can you not understand that there are patients in that building who need rest? Even if you don't respect my boyfriend's privacy, there are hundreds of others resting also!
Lars shoved me into the limo and climbed into the driver's seat.
Wednesday, December 29th, hospital
Mrs. Moscovitz came out with puffy eyes and a brave, encouraging smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Me: How is he?
Mrs.M: No change, the doctor said he's out of critical condition but she doesn't know when he'll wake up.
Her smile faltered and I reached for her hand.
Me: Don't worry Mrs. Moscovitz. I'm sure Michael will be alright.
The hardest part of the statement was trying to get myself to believe it also. Lily went into his room but came running out a few moments later.
Lily: I can't bear to see him like that.
Her mom held her and they cried together. They needed privacy so I quietly crept into Michael's room. Just as I saw him last night, he remained in the same position. His left arm was slung across his torso and he had a lock of chestnut hair in front of his right eye. His palm was turned up as if asking someone to hold it. I intertwined his fingers with mine and knelt at his side.
Me: Michael, it's me, Mia. I missed you so much since we broke up, I don't know how I could have let you go like that. But everything will be fine, I promise. You've gotta wake up, we're all waiting for you.
My tear dropped and landed on his arm. Even in this state, he was absolutely beautiful. My own angel. How could I possibly go on without him?
I stared at his gently sleeping form until the doctor came in.
Doc: I'm awfully sorry for disrupting you now but I'm afraid we have to run some tests on him.
Me: When will he wake up?
Doc: We do not know.
She gave me a sad sort of smile.
Me: Michael, I love you.
I kissed his hand and walked out the door.
Later on Wednesday
William showed up this morning.
Will: How is he?
He sat down at my side.
Me: He's still the same. Why are you here?
Will: Your grandmother asked me to come here and see you. I believe she was too embarrassed to do so herself. Do you need Lars to drive you back to the Plaza for a shower and a hot meal?
Me: No thanks, I really wanna stay here.
Mrs.M: You've been here all night Mia. Go home for a rest and you can come back later. I think you need a little sleep sweetie.
Me: But I...
Mrs.M: I don't want you to become ill also; we'll be fine here.
Me: I'll be back soon then.
I followed Michael out into the limo and found reporters from every news agency in New York waiting for us.
Rep: So princess Mia, is it true that your boyfriend's in a coma?
Rep2: Are you pregnant with his love child?
Rep3: What do you think about Gucci's spring line princess Mia? I know, I think vertical lines are absolutely hideous too!
Me: ENOUGH!
I couldn't be held responsible for what I did afterwards.
Me: What is wrong with you? Can you not understand that there are patients in that building who need rest? Even if you don't respect my boyfriend's privacy, there are hundreds of others resting also!
Lars shoved me into the limo and climbed into the driver's seat.