Chapter 4- "The Word of Hope"
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Abby's POV
I sat there in the chapel, praying. Yes, I was praying. I hadn't done that since I was a little girl. I pretty much gave up any hope that there even was a God a long time ago. But I have to try. I have to hope. I don't think I'll survive if he never recovers. I have taken him for granted for so long. I never realized how much he means to me. Not until his life was in jeopardy.
"God?" I say, not knowing if anyone was even there.
"Please don't let him die. I swear that if he recovers, I will never take him for granted again. Please God."
I just kept repeating that prayer over and over again in my head. It seemed like it was the only thing I could do to help him. * * * * *
After about two hours of me just sitting in the chapel, Susan opened the door, and came to sit down next to me.
"Are you okay?" She asked, yet already knowing the answer.
"No, but I think I am doing a little better. I am just doing the only thing that might help."
"Abby - there are signs on the monitor. Signs that his brain is functioning."
I turned my head, and looked into my friend's eyes. I could see the excitement: the hope that, yes, John could live.
"Can - can I see him, Susan?"
"Of course. I'll walk you there." * * * * *
I stood there at the foot of his bed. Just looking at his limp, motionless body.
"I'll leave you here with him." Susan walked out of the room, leaving me with the one person I could never live without. I sat down next to him, and held his hand.
"John? John, I'm so sorry. I can't live without you, you have to get better, okay? I know that I've never told you this before, but I - I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world."
Just then, I felt him squeeze my hand. It was so slight, and so weak, but it was there. He had moved; he had heard me. He was going to be okay. * * * * *
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I sat there in the chapel, praying. Yes, I was praying. I hadn't done that since I was a little girl. I pretty much gave up any hope that there even was a God a long time ago. But I have to try. I have to hope. I don't think I'll survive if he never recovers. I have taken him for granted for so long. I never realized how much he means to me. Not until his life was in jeopardy.
"God?" I say, not knowing if anyone was even there.
"Please don't let him die. I swear that if he recovers, I will never take him for granted again. Please God."
I just kept repeating that prayer over and over again in my head. It seemed like it was the only thing I could do to help him. * * * * *
After about two hours of me just sitting in the chapel, Susan opened the door, and came to sit down next to me.
"Are you okay?" She asked, yet already knowing the answer.
"No, but I think I am doing a little better. I am just doing the only thing that might help."
"Abby - there are signs on the monitor. Signs that his brain is functioning."
I turned my head, and looked into my friend's eyes. I could see the excitement: the hope that, yes, John could live.
"Can - can I see him, Susan?"
"Of course. I'll walk you there." * * * * *
I stood there at the foot of his bed. Just looking at his limp, motionless body.
"I'll leave you here with him." Susan walked out of the room, leaving me with the one person I could never live without. I sat down next to him, and held his hand.
"John? John, I'm so sorry. I can't live without you, you have to get better, okay? I know that I've never told you this before, but I - I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world."
Just then, I felt him squeeze my hand. It was so slight, and so weak, but it was there. He had moved; he had heard me. He was going to be okay. * * * * *
Hey, guys, thanks for the reviews! And keep them up! I am so glad ya'll like my fic! It is only my 2nd!! :-D