Hey!
Guys, you're making me feel bad… you all go please and please, let him be okay, and I'm feeling bad about putting him into this… I don't want to feel bad, I mean, poor him, but pleaseeeeee do it for my sanity :D Just joking, after all, everyone wants him to be okay... will he?
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smartywitch: hope this one goes better, thanks for letting me know, I hope I learned something, let's see...
I sincerely don't know who was that person... hey, it is me... well, there are several mes :D thanks anyway!
that-girl-who-likes-dolphins: I was not intending to make them marry... at least not for now... and you're not a sap for liking romance... everybody does. Or so I think... well, thanks!
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Richard was concerned about his friend. He went back to Mia's room (A/N I meant Michael's room... sorry) to tell her about Michael. He hated hospitals...
The corridors smelled like ether, something Richard never liked, ever since he was a child. It made him nauseas and it remembered him of his childhood, when his grandmother had died in a hospital.
He walked trough the old and once again smelly corridor. Some nurses looked at him walking by, and they got back to their work. When he got to Michael's room, Mia jumped out of the chair as a quickly frightened shadow.
"What did the doctor say?" She asked rather uncomfortable.
He let out a sniffle and reproduced what the doctor had told him. Her eyes showed sorrow.
He tried to comfort her by hugging her, but it didn't seem to help. She started shaking in his arms and he soon realized she was crying. He moved her away of his arms and looked at her face. Tears were streaming down her face.
He cleaned two stubborn tears that were falling down to her cheeks and told her to stop crying. She thought that crying wouldn't help Michael to get better and she tried to follow his words.
She got back to the chair next to the bed and Richard pulled one chair next to hers and sat there, waiting like Mia was.
Mia grabbed Michael's hand and started rubbing it looking for some comfort with any movement of his. She let her head down next to his and fell a sleep as she was. She fell asleep in a cold dream, a white one, with as much snow as she had once seen when she was a child.
The cold in her dream showed her discomfort and the state she was. She felt she belonged next to Michael, so why couldn't things go right?
Destiny some people would say, but Mia didn't believe in destiny. Mia believed destiny would change towards our decision, and that it wasn't destiny that choosed what was to happen, so why would life do that to her?
Embraced in her dream, Richard took her back to her room in college, and left her with her friends. He knew she wouldn't be too pleasant in the morning to wake in the university, but the doctor had told him to take her and to get some sleep both of them.
As a good guy, Richard followed his instructions about Mia, but he got back to the hospital to see Michael again.
He sat in the couch inside of Michael's room. An uncomfortable couch, just what he needed to spend his night.
The room was dark, and he quickly fell asleep. During the night, a slight move came from Michael's bed. Nobody noticed, Richard was in a deep sleep, Mia was at college, and the doctors weren't in his room.
Michael moved his hand and after that everything stopped again. The monotony was back to that room. It was only a blue room, with more two beds that were empty, a guy sleeping on the couch and another one in a deep coma, beautiful flowers dropped by a beautiful girl in his bead-side table. Ether in the air and cleaned floor.
No one would notice the slight change in Michael's hand, no one except for Mia that is.
"Richard, wake up! Michael moved his hand!" Mia told him very happy and excitedly.
"Whoa, what?" He said almost getting back to his sleep.
"He moved his hand!" With this sentence he was fully awake.
"He moved his hand?" He repeated what she said.
"He did!" He looked at Michael but didn't notice.
"He's exactly how I left him last night, Mia, you're imagining what you want to happen." He said sadly. "Maybe when I was next to his bed I changed his hand position." Mia looked sadly in his eyes but didn't contest. She was a little mad at him for taking her to her dorm last night, but she didn't want to piss him. She went back next to his bed and sat there quietly.
Richard sat in the couch frustrated. It wasn't anybody's fault. They were tired, she was only imagining things. He got up and asked her if she wanted something to eat.
She replied she wasn't hungry, and with that he left her with Michael in the room and went to the bar to get a coffee and a sandwich. He brought one for Mia too.
He got to the room and gave her the sandwich. She said she wasn't hungry.
"You need to it Mia..." He said in a kind way.
"I'm not hungry..." she replied again.
"Fine, die with no food and you won't see him well." He only realized what he had said after the words had already flown out of his mouth.
She looked teary at him. "You didn't need to be like that!" She got up, throwing the chair to the ground, to go to the bathroom as fast as she could, but he grabbed her arm when she passed by him.
"Mia, you know I didn't want to say that... I'm sorry... I couldn't stop it... I'm sorry. But you have to eat. You already don't sleep well, please, don't stop eating." She nodded with tears falling down her face and ran to the bathroom.
Richard sat in the couch and buried his face in his hands passing them after through his hands looking desperately to his friend that seemed like he was sleeping.
Another chapter done... hope it was better!
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