A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in like forever but I had two sleepovers in a row, I had a huge book report due, I had to do all this crap, then I was up till three A.M working for my dad and…yeah here's chapter 12 from Riley's POV….DISCLAIMER EXCEPT FOR MY OCS…..
RILEY'S POV:
Loneliness is all I could detect in the hospital. Even with Abigail, Ben, Emily, and Patrick. It's been around a week or so…only three or four days since I woke up. I lost count. I was crying a lot more than I have now…Rose…she had to…I had an ache in my gut the size of Russia. I felt like I was going into depression or something…day after day she'd just…lay there. And-and get paler, heart slowing, with every second that ticked by I felt like I was supposed to be doing something. "The best help you can give is to get better and stay calm." A doctor told me. I knew better than that though. I knew he was saying there was nothing I could do. I felt horrible. I should have kept Rose awake and given her the pills, and then when they broke in, I could've gotten us to my car.
"How's she doing today?" The doctor came in asking the same dumb question every day.
"No good." I replied bitterly my eyes stinging at the sight of Rosalie. The doc took her wrist gently for the millionth time it felt like. "Mmm…" He gulped. "If she doesn't improve over the next night or two I think it'd be best if we move her to the university hospital." He sighed marking her chart off. "You Mr. Poole and good to go. Mrs. Appleton-Gates said she has some clothes for you, out in the lobby. Down the hallway turn left, twice and go straight back into the cafeteria." He cut me off before I could reply about the University Hospital remark. "O-okay." My voice faltered. "So…Rose hasn't improved yet?" It was a long time before he replied.
"I'm very sorry Mr. Poole. She has a 15% chance of waking up in her current state I'd say." He shrugged.
My eyes really stung as I stood. "T-thanks doc…"
I changed into dark jeans, blue converse, a gray t-shirt and a blue button up shirt I didn't button much, along with a black jacket. I stalked back to Rose's room with Ben. Still pale. Still on the line of death. Still making me depressed as ever. Still-
Her heart monitor went flat line.
A/N: Sorry on the cliffie but I need to move on!