Chapter 3.
The sun is setting and it's September the same year as Professor's death, the day Buttercup got into a coma. My sister's and I had a horrible argument about something I cannot recall. I remember Bubbles' loud crying, Blossom's failed attempts on telling Buttercup and I to stop while trying to comfort Bubbles and Buttercup and I yelling at each other. "Just get your ugly face out of this house!" I yelled at my green sister.
"I hate you, bitch!" She yelled back at me before slamming the door hard, making the house rumble and a picture of us being a happy family fall and crack.
After some convincing, guilt making, and calming, Blossom managed to get me out of the house to find and apoligise. I argued back, saying she would come back and I didn't know where she was, but Blossom looked at me with a face that kicked me out of the house. I flew up into the sky, guessing she would probably be stomping around town. I landed on the sidewalk next to a store, the sun was gone and the moon took it's place. There were many cars that passed, people who just got out of work. One car in particular caught my attention, the women's driving was off, her speed was slightly too fast and her car was slightly wobbling left and right. She was texting, not looking at the road in front of her with only one hand on the wheel. I looked at the path she was on. There was a crossing farther away and the light for the cars just turned red and the pedestrian crossing turned green. The girl driver wasn't slowing down nor did she look up. Among the few people that wanted to cross was a certain green girl, Buttercup. I started to run, but it seemed like she was going farther away from me. She started to cross, too angry to take note of most of her surroundings. I heard loud and clear a thump, bone damaging, sliding of skin and window, cracking of glass, twisting of a body, skin scraping against cement, and the landing of a body. I stopped abruptly in my tracks. Screams filled the air, and I realized the majority of the screams were mine and the others were other witnesses. My hands were covering my ears. I sprinted to my sister's side, I searched franticly for my phone, but I remembered I left it in the house. "Someone call the ambulance," I managed to yell out. I dropped on my knees, into the puddle of black blood. I was speechless. I held onto my sisters hand, looking for a pulse, it was faint. I wanted to bring her to the hospital myself, but I might damage her more.
The girl finally came out of her car, tears flowed out of her eyes and her hand gripped her phone, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she repeated over and over. It felt like years for the ambulance to finally arrive. The faint sirens came closer and closer. People came out of the ambulance and carried Buttercup away and I followed inside. The girl went into the police car and followed us there. Buttercup was taken to the emergency room, but I was stopped at the double doors, they grabbed my arm, "let go of me," I said. They didn't, "that's my sister," my voice was raising. I struggled against their grip and more doctors and even some policemen held me down, "no!" I screamed.
I sat down in the waiting room on an uncomfortable plastic chair, my bangs covering my tragic eyes. I could hear Blossom and Bubbles rushing inside and spotting me immediately. "What happened?" They asked me, but I couldn't say anything, I was still trying to process the events. Instead, I looked at the girl driver in handcuffs with two policemen on either side of her. She was nervously waiting for what her charges would be, depending on what state Buttercup is in and Blossom's opinion. My sisters got my message and fast-walked to her, asking her the same question. She was so shocked, she was stuttering so much it was hard to understand but they made out roughly the events of the incident.
"The Utoniums?" A doctor called. My sister's and I lingered our way to the man, fearing the worst. "Fortunately, your sister is alive. Although, she has a broken leg and a damaged neck." He paused for a moment to let it process, "the worst part, is that she is in a coma." Coma?
"For how long?" Bubbles asked.
He shook his head, "it's hard to tell. You're all are not human, so we're not sure."
"Can we see her?"
"No, not today. You can come tomorrow. She still need some procedures done." We nodded, not arguing with it.
The next day we went to visit her after school. It was raining that day, so we were drenched in water and made a trail from the entrance to her hospital room, but we weren't the only ones. I saw her lying on her bed peacefully, with cuts, scars and bruises here and there. She had her leg and neck in a cast. Bubbles got her balloons and a big stuffed teddy bear, Blossom got her a 'get well soon' card, and I got her her favorite flower, a buttercup. I gave her Buttercups everyday since. The guilt of seeing her in that state, killed me. More cuts formed on my wrist the on hers and soon I ran out of space and the cuts spread to my hips. "How did this happen?" Bubbles asked.
"There's too much that needs to be healed, it's why her body shut down so it can organize itself. But don't worry, it shouldn't be for long," or so Blossom thought, it's been two years and there has still been no signs of her awakening. The memory of that day haunts me, sending me flashes of what happened, making sure I never forget it. Replaying in my sleep, waking me up every night.