Chapter 4 - Hope remains
Austin's P.O.V.
It has been two years now since the amusement park accident. The memories still fresh in my mind.
Ally has been in a coma since it happened. Never once has she woken up. Countless surgeries have been done to patch her back up; one to remove her right leg as it was too injured to save. Her left hand is still marred, her fingers not as straight as they were. Will she be able to play music as well as she did before?
Ally has been hooked up to dozens of machines just to live, nurses have to move her limbs so she doesn't get bed sores, and worst of all, she isn't able to be with me. How I wish I had my best friend to comfort me through all of this. I mean, I still have Dez but Ally was the one who I would turn to when I needed cheering up.
Time is running out though. The doctors told Ally's parents that she hasn't improved at all since she came, and they should consider turning off her life support especially since the medical bills have become a burden.
Her parents actually are considering it! How could some turn off the one thing keeping their only child alive just because it is a money problem in keeping it on?!
It was just yesterday and I had just made it to Ally's room to vist her when her parents told me. I was, and still am, furious. I even told them I would be taking care of all of Ally's medical bills from now on.
That day, though the news I was given was devastating, brought a small spark of hope. Ally, in all the time at the hospital never made a move save for the life support that moved her lungs, fluttered her eyelids.
I immediately called for her parents but when they arrived, Ally had gone still yet again.
The doctors warned me not to get my hopes up because she could take a turn for the worse in a blink of an eye.
I will never give up hope, never. If it was me instead of Ally, she wouldn't give up hope so neither will I.
"Hey Mr. Dawson. I'm here to see Ally. Anything new?" I ask as I walk through the door of room 570 and see Lester Dawson at his daughter's bedside.
"Oh, hi Austin. No, nothing's new, she's the same as last time." Mr. Dawson looks up at me with sunken cheeks and dark bags under his eyes. If you thought Ally was bad, he's worse. He has been getting more and more depressed since Ally's accident. I see him everytime I come, which will be less and less as I'll be going off to college soon.
"...Well... How about you take a break and I'll keep watch? You look like you need some rest."
shakes his head in agreement and silently walks out the door.
I walk over and sit in Mr. Dawson's seat at Ally's right side. I lay my hand on my cheek. Man, forgot to shave again... A memory arise along with an idea. Maybe she' twitch her eyelids if I do what I did last time. I grabbed her hand and put it on my cheek; how cold and clammy it felt, nothing like what it used to.
During the next few minutes, my eyes are glued to her face, watching for the slightest movement. Right as I am about to give up, I see it.
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