Hi again! I'm back, and I brought a new chapter of Reflection with me! Thanks again to Mariethejournalist231 for letting me borrow her OC, and for helping with the story. Also- Johnny's last name is made up. Reviews:
Thomjay95: Here you go!
Mariethejournalist231: She is amazing, I agree.
BaritonePlayer: Well, unfortunately, Johnny is SUPER stubborn (and sweet!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Sing.
He looked at his reflection on the broken mirror, and for a moment he felt as if he had really shattered too.
Chelia's P.O.V.
It is 9:08. Johnny was just wheeled into surgery, and I'm left in the waiting room, wandering around aimlessly. I want everything to be back to normal. If he just told me about it earlier, I could've helped. I could've prevented this from happening. Poor Johnny.
~Later that day~
"Johnny King?"
I looked up at the nurse, hopeful at first, but the hope disintegrated as I scanned her expression.
"Over here." I called.
She turned to face me, her face sullen and bored. I felt as I could not stand another moment without knowing.
"The surgery was a success..."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"... but there were some complications. He is at a high risk for paroxysm."
"What's para- paro-"
"Paroxysm. A sudden attack, a seizure, a spasm, whatever you want to call it."
I feel the rage grow inside of me. It just gets worse. Why did this have to happen to Johnny, the sweetest guy you'll ever meet? It should've been me. Not him. I will find his father. And send him back where he belongs. Prison.
Johnny's P.O.V.
"Cheila?" I croak.
"Johnny! Oh my gosh, your voice sounds horrible!" She exclaims, then clamps her paw over her mouth. "I mean-"
"I know. Could you get me a glass of water? It might help." I ask.
"Um... I don't know, should you be eating or drinking anything yet?" She questions. "Your surgery was this morning."
"Well... could you at least ask? My throat is on fire!" I cough.
Cheila nods, and sprints down the hall. I wait for awhile, but she doesn't come back. Then the door opens, and Cheila is there with a glass of water.
"The doctor said that you had to drink it slowly." She cautions.
I nod, and bring the glass up to my lips. I take small sips of the ice cold water, until the glass is half empty.
"You done?" She smiles.
"Yeah, and my throat feels much better now." I laugh.
Cheila leans in close to me and whispers, "I love you, Johnny. Please don't ever scare me like that again."
Our lips are inches apart, and I take my chance. We kiss for a long time.
"Ahem."
We break the kiss, and I whip around to see a nurse in the doorway.
"Visiting hours are over. You have to leave."
"But-"
"I'm sorry. You have to go." The nurse frowns. "I'll give you 5 minutes."
"Thanks." I say to her.
Visiting hours are very short here. On Sundays visitors aren't allowed at all.
"Cheila." I whisper. "Could you go pick up my medication at the drug store? It's supposed to help me with my paroxysm."
"Sure babe. I'll pick it up tomorrow, but I can't give it to you until Monday." She agrees.
"Great. See you then." I wave to her as she walks out. "I love you."
"I love you too." She smiles.
I'm left alone in my hospital bed, leaving me plenty of time to think. What will happen to my dad? Will my leg heal, and if it does, will it ever be the same? Will anything be the same? Maybe it will leave a scar where the stitches were placed. Maybe it won't. You never know. I might as well get some sleep, if I ever want to heal. It's supposed to make your cells repair themselves faster, so I can get out of this stuffy hospital room.
Cheila's P.O.V.
~The next day~
I wake up, yawn, stretch, and leap out of bed. I was invited to a relaxing day at the spa to get my mind off Johnny. My best friends really care about me. I eat a quick breakfast, brush my teeth, and jump in the car. First I have to pick up Johnny's medication, then it's off to the spa for me!
I pull up to CVS© and walk in. In the back of the store they have a med pick-up, so I check it out. Johnny gave me the prescription receipt, so all I have to do is show it to the employee and they'll give me the medicine. At the counter is a young giraffe. I hand her the receipt, and she hands me a small bottle with some red pills inside. I take them and leave quickly. I don't want to be late to the spa!
I drive up to the mall, and park my car. The spa is right inside, and I find it fast. Usually I would get lost in the mall, but not today. I'm on point. My friends are all waiting for me, so I check right in and sit down with them. We get our nails done, and we all have matching colors. I get a massage, but by then it's nearly lunchtime, so we go out to a restaurant. We eat delicious food, and fill up on desert. I check my phone, and I missed a call. From the hospital. They sent a text as well, so I read it.
I'm sorry to inform you that _Johnny King_ has had a seizure. Friends and family will be allowed access to the patient on this day. The patient may be in bad condition.
"Guys, I gotta go." I say.
"Oh c'mon Cheila, you don't have to go yet!"
"Actually I do, something's wrong with Johnny-"
"Is it bad?"
"Uh, yeah. I really need to go, maybe I'll see you soon."
I dash outside, find my car, and drive back to the hospital. The security lets me through, so I run upstairs to Johnny's room. The door is shut and there's a sign on it.
Patient has been moved, sorry for the inconvenience.
Where could he be? This hospital is like a maze. Maybe someone can help me? The front desk is right around the corner, so I ask the assistant there.
"Lets see, Johnny King? Well, his file says that he had to be moved to a different room because of a seizure... that's it. I can give you the room number though. Room 108, third floor. Good luck." She explains.
"Thank you."
I find Johnny's room, and peek inside. I gasp loudly. I didn't think... that it would be... this bad.
"No. No!" I sob. He's in a coma! How could this happen! I should've tried harder to protect him... now I might never see his cute smile ever again. He was the only one who understood...
Cliffy! So what do you think will happen next? Will Johnny wake up? Or will he be stuck in a coma forever? Review what you think might happen! Thanks!
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